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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=532476" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Small Bridge Over A Little Creek</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We enter the world with our parents being<br>Roughly twenty to thirty years older than us; <br>That distance of time at first seems<br>Like an unimaginable gulf of eternity<br>Through our first twenty years; <br>There is no concept that they are remotely like us<br>Facing the same difficulties and challenges; <br>They are simply older authoritarian figures, <br>Albeit kind and loving authoritarian figures.<br> <br>Somewhere after our first twenty years<br>We begin to view them as human, <br>Maybe in a judgmental fashion, <br>Maybe in an understanding fashion; <br>Maybe we begin to even notice the similarity<br>Of physical features and personal characteristics<br>With which we share; <br>We may even seek their wisdom and guidance<br>In concerns of the heart like marriage<br>Or concerns of economical survival.<br> <br>Then one day when we are approaching fifty, <br>They are now seventy or eighty and mostly likely<br>Securely in decline; <br>We ourselves have declined since days of youth<br>With issues of weight or graying hair or hair loss<br>And we realize now that the distance of time<br>That was once a gulf of eternity is now a small bridge<br>Over a little creek; <br>We can see in their suffering the journey<br>We will soon commence.<br> <br>It is a journey of farewell to joy, <br>Gradual bidding adieu to activities and pleasures<br>That we are no longer capable of performing<br>Or for which we can no longer gain satisfaction; <br>Sporting activities will give way to walking<br>And walking will give way to sitting or resting; <br>Sexual appetite will cease to exist<br>Or at least to find meaningful expression, <br>But often we are given a strong solace<br>In enduring affections and gestures<br>Such as kissing and touching hands; <br>Even the joy of a meal begins to cease<br>In upset stomach or regurgitation<br>Or in some cases the complete inability to swallow.<br> <br>All that is left is the extinguishing of light<br>To the earthling kingdom<br>And the entering into an unknown kingdom<br>That could be heaven or hell or reincarnation<br>Or simply becoming nutrients for the revitalization of the earth; <br>Wherever the next kingdom leads, we inevitably must go; <br>And everything in this kingdom that we cherish, <br>We have no choice but to relinquish.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Uriah+Hamilton">Uriah Hamilton</a><div class=q>
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Roughly twenty to thirty years older than us; 
That distance of time at first seems
Like an unimaginable gulf of eternity
Through our first twenty years; 
There is no concept that they are remotely like us..."></div>
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