<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=496072" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Those Younger Years.....</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">those years<br>when we were young</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we take no malice<br>naked bathing in the river</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we bask our bodies <br>open to the sun</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we feel the flatness of <br>the rock bed in our backs</div><div style="margin:10px 0">when mother called<br>we have the unison of silence</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we rush dressing up<br>leaving our underwears</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we did not like school then<br>inferior as it was to the wind and the sea</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to the cliffs and fog<br>to mountain peaks and waterfalls</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we are all misshapen<br>into the cruelty of the literal</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we are the stuffed toys of <br>this working world</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the marionettes<br>of skyscrapers</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>when we meet again for the reunion<br>we will not mentions how we have become aliens to ourselves</div><div style="margin:10px 0">so ashamed that we begin to drown ourselves<br>inside a glass of champagne and whiskey and </div><div style="margin:10px 0">shallow and silly and superficial<br>conversations.</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=496072" data-title="Those Younger Years..... de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="those years when we were young we take no malice naked bathing in the river we bask our bodies open to the sun we feel the flatness of the rock bed in our backs when mother called we have the unison of silence we rush dressing up leaving ou..."></div> </div> </div>

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