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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508607" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Retired Shopman</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He had the grocer's counter-stoop,<br>That little man so grey and neat;<br>His moustache had a doleful droop,<br>He hailed me in the slushy street.<br>"I've sold my shop," he said to me,<br>Cupping his hand behind his ear.<br>"My deafness got so bad, you see,<br>Folks had to shout to make me hear."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He sighed and sadly shook his head;<br>The hand he gave was chill as ice.<br>"I sold out far too soon," he said;<br>"To-day I'd get ten times the price.<br>But then how was a man to know,<br>(The War, the rising cost of life.)<br>We have to pinch to make things go:<br>It's tough - I'm sorry for the wife.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"She looks sometimes at me with tears.<br>'You worked so hard,' I hear her say.<br>'You had your shop for forty years,<br>And you were honest as the day.'<br>Ah yes, I loved my shop, it's true;<br>My customers I tried to please;<br>But when one's deaf and sixty-two<br>What can one do in times like these?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"My savings, that I fondly thought<br>Would keep me snug when we were old,<br>Are melting fast - what once I bought<br>For silver, now is sought with gold.<br>The cost of life goes up each day;<br>I wonder what will be the end?"<br>He sighed, I saw him drift away<br>And thought: Alas for you, my friend!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and every day I see him stop<br>And look and look with wistful eye<br>At what was once his little shop,<br>Whose goods he can no longer buy.<br>Then homeward wearily he goes<br>To where his wife bed-ridden lies,<br>A driblet dangling from his nose. . . .<br>But Oh the panic in his eyes!</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> <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=508607" data-title="Retired Shopman de Robert William Service" data-description="He had the grocer's counter-stoop, That little man so grey and neat; His moustache had a doleful droop, He hailed me in the slushy street. "I've sold my shop," he said to me, Cupping his hand behind his ear. "My deafness got so bad,..."></div> </div> </div>
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