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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508202" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>At Thirty-Five</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Three score and ten, the psalmist saith,<br>And half my course is well-nigh run;<br>I've had my flout at dusty death,<br>I've had my whack of feast and fun.<br>I've mocked at those who prate and preach;<br>I've laughed with any man alive;<br>But now with sobered heart I reach<br>The Great Divide of Thirty-five.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And looking back I must confess<br>I've little cause to feel elate.<br>I've played the mummer more or less;<br>I fumbled fortune, flouted fate.<br>I've vastly dreamed and little done;<br>I've idly watched my brothers strive:<br>Oh, I have loitered in the sun<br>By primrose paths to Thirty-five!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And those who matched me in the race,<br>Well, some are out and trampled down;<br>The others jog with sober pace;<br>Yet one wins delicate renown.<br>O midnight feast and famished dawn!<br>O gay, hard life, with hope alive!<br>O golden youth, forever gone,<br>How sweet you seem at Thirty-five!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each of our lives is just a book<br>As absolute as Holy Writ;<br>We humbly read, and may not look<br>Ahead, nor change one word of it.<br>And here are joys and here are pains;<br>And here we fail and here we thrive;<br>O wondrous volume! what remains<br>When we reach chapter Thirty-five?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The very best, I dare to hope,<br>Ere Fate writes Finis to the tome;<br>A wiser head, a wider scope,<br>And for the gipsy heart, a home;<br>A songful home, with loved ones near,<br>With joy, with sunshine all alive:<br>Watch me grow younger every year --<br>Old Age! thy name is Thirty-five!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q>
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And half my course is well-nigh run;
I've had my flout at dusty death,
I've had my whack of feast and fun.
I've mocked at those who prate and preach;
I've laughed with any man alive;
But now with sobered he..."></div>
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