<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=491502" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Old Friends</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">sometimes i admit i miss old friends, <br>and when i see some of them, <br>alumnus of the same university<br>where i spent most of my years, <br>i feel we are one big family and <br>i am happy and if there is a need<br>we shall have our reunions, and get <br>to recall what we shared before<br>some old songs, some hardships, <br>common joys and sorrows<br>untold escapades, emotions cascade</div><div style="margin:10px 0">sometimes i like to go back to the past<br>and ask where i succeeded and failed, where i was once<br>aloof and not so cooperative, <br> i go back with a <br>heavy heart, and i make some promises <br>for recompense and be more likable</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but then, they have already formed their opinions<br>fixed their minds, sculpted me to finality, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">to a certain extent i am as i was once and <br>there is no more change from their points of view</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i feel they wish that i should have died earlier<br>and that it would have been better if they have not seen me again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is this hard rock, like their conclusions, like fists <br>and here i am, again under the same wrong impression<br>now and ever shall be.(forever amen) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">i give them the same response: i am used to all these.<br>and i do not really care if i still continue writing poems.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=491502" data-title="Old Friends de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="sometimes i admit i miss old friends, and when i see some of them, alumnus of the same university where i spent most of my years, i feel we are one big family and i am happy and if there is a need we shall have our reunions, and get to recall..."></div> </div> </div>

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