<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=495379" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Struggle Is Endless</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">after the years of struggle<br>the fighter now savors the spoils of the war<br>he sits on a rocking chair<br>with coffee on one hand<br>and cigar on the other<br>looks at the road in front of his house<br>and cams himself down with the view<br>a car passing by<br>a woman with a green scarf driving<br>her hair free to the directions of the wind<br>some children playing in the park<br>chasing and riding the seesaw<br>on to the swing<br>and the slide and grass<br>he hears laughter and mothers' reminders<br>and fathers fetching wife and kids<br>from work and school<br>now he is unto another struggle<br>he got peace and progress<br>he got wealth and work and whatever</div><div style="margin:10px 0">tonight when the day is over<br>he sits again and watch the neon lights<br>sipping wine and puffing cigars<br>sleeps with lovers for rent<br>and comes home drunk and<br>tipsy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">this time it is the struggle within<br>remorse, guilt, loveless<br>forlorn, alone<br>lifeless, bored<br>waking up in the morning<br>swallowing alka seltzers<br>and other pills<br>having breakfast with junk<br>and watching TV<br>on another unsolved murders<br>and scams.</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=495379" data-title="The Struggle Is Endless de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="after the years of struggle the fighter now savors the spoils of the war he sits on a rocking chair with coffee on one hand and cigar on the other looks at the road in front of his house and cams himself down with the view a car passing by a woman..."></div> </div> </div>

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