<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=497514" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>When We Grow Old</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">when we grow old<br>when our hands begin to lose control<br>to everything that we want to hold<br>there is one part that refuses to go with the crowd</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it does not flow into weakness<br>it is not silenced by indifference<br>it does not succumb to hopelessness</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>then all of them complain<br>about its hardheadedness<br>its irresponsibility</div><div style="margin:10px 0">when i grow old and when i begin to forget<br>it listen to its song<br>it centers me to life</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i lose myself<br>it mourns</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=497514" data-title="When We Grow Old de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="when we grow old when our hands begin to lose control to everything that we want to hold there is one part that refuses to go with the crowd it does not flow into weakness it is not silenced by indifference it does not succumb to hopelessness t..."></div> </div> </div>

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