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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508606" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Retired</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I used to sing, when I was young,<br>The joy of idleness;<br>But now I'm grey I hold my tongue,<br>For frankly I confess<br>If I had not some job to do<br>I would be bored to death;<br>So I must toil until I'm through<br>With this asthmatic breath.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where others slothfully would brood<br> beg for little chores,<br>To peel potatoes, chop the wood,<br>And even scrub the floors.<br>When slightly useful I can be,<br>I'm happy as a bboy;<br>Dish-washing is a boon to me,<br>And brushing boots a joy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The young folks tell me: &quot;Grandpa, please,<br>Don't be so manual;<br>You certainly have earned your ease -<br>Why don't you rest a spell?&quot;<br>Say I: I'll have a heap of rest<br>On my sepulchral shelf;<br>So now please let me do my best<br> To justify myself.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For one must strive or one will die,<br>And work's our dearest friend;<br>God meant it so, and that is why<br>I'll toil unto the end.<br>I thank the Lord I'm full of beans,<br>So let me heft a hoe,<br>And I will don my garden jeans<br>And help the beans to grow.</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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The joy of idleness;
But now I'm grey I hold my tongue,
For frankly I confess
If I had not some job to do
I would be bored to death;
So I must toil until I'm through
With this asthmatic breath.

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