<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=528511" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Golden Years? (A day in the life of seniors)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When you are old and gray and full of sleep-<br>And the morning light breaks upon the hill-<br>Your weary bones creak with the havoc of arising-<br>Breaking the absolute of earlys morns still; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The stillness breaks the world awake-<br>As our gray fights to overcome infirmity-<br>Morning eggs stir yellow upon this stove of life-<br>And saves our sinews from utter calamity; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We move our sleepy bodies ever slowly-<br>Tired bones but awaiting the noontime sun-<br>Gray and old we manage our steps in frail paces-<br>As we do when day has finally begun; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A heaviness envelopes in late afternoon-<br>Four P.M. announces many a fragile yawn-<br>Heart beats struggle to flow the blood-<br>Congested from damage thats been done; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dinner arrives with plates of health? <br>Struggling to make our nutrition right-<br>Preparing our gray bodies for ebons arrival-<br>Flannel nighties and long johns for the night; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The twilight and dusk permeate now-<br>As the sun sets over the hill in the west-<br>The old and the gray yawning eyes heavy lidded-<br>Prepare for a night of sleep and hopefully restoring rest;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Theodora+Onken">Theodora Onken</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=528511" data-title="Golden Years? (A day in the life of seniors) de Theodora Onken" data-description="When you are old and gray and full of sleep- And the morning light breaks upon the hill- Your weary bones creak with the havoc of arising- Breaking the absolute of earlys morns still; The stillness breaks the world awake- As our gray fights to o..."></div> </div> </div>

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