<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527964" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sadness Of Being</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's a sadness to our being, <br>Lola thinks, now swaying to the <br>Movement of the train, studying <br>People nearby, their faces in the <br>Morning light, their gestures, <br>Their inner thoughts unknowable, <br>Carrying their grief, their broken <br>Dreams, their unfulfilled appetites. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She senses the muscles in her bottom <br>Tense and untense as the train sways, <br>Her thighs stiffening to give balance, <br>Her hands folded on her handbag, <br>Ladylike, as Mother taught, some <br>Time ago, among other more important <br>Things, how to behave, how not to behave, <br>What to say in public and what not. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The train stops at a station, people <br>Get off and some get on, different <br>Faces to study, others lost, possibly <br>To sight for life, passing ships in a dull <br>Night, gone now never to be known <br>By her, never to be dreamed of or missed <br>Or grieved over some future death. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The train moves on, she sways again, <br>Her body moving to the motion as others <br>Do, and watching them, the way they sway, <br>The dying embers in their eyes, their words <br>Not said, the thoughts coming and going <br>Inside each head, sadness or some private <br>Joy, not shared, least not yet, not with her. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sit still and be quiet, Mother would say, <br>Children ought (she always said ought) to <br>Be observed not heard, and as she sways <br>Now, thinking of her mother and her mother's <br>Words and ways, she feels she wants to shout <br>And jump about, to flout her mother's rules and <br>Words and sayings and laws, but she just sits and <br>Stares, silently, thinks rebellion, but never dares.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terry+Collett">Terry Collett</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=527964" data-title="Sadness Of Being de Terry Collett" data-description="There's a sadness to our being, Lola thinks, now swaying to the Movement of the train, studying People nearby, their faces in the Morning light, their gestures, Their inner thoughts unknowable, Carrying their grief, their broken Dreams, the..."></div> </div> </div>

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