<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=554404" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Goodnight Mr. Oliver</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sun settles into the hills<br>behind the hospital compound<br>And the long shadows fade<br>into the dimness of the evening<br>The old man moves slightly<br>shifting in the chair<br>lifting one hand<br>placing it over the other<br>The hands now like dry leaves<br>rustled by a waft of the air<br>more sensitive to the cold now<br>So funny he thinks<br>alone again<br>I always knew<br>it would be this way<br>So many times<br>and in so many ways<br>Always captive to my heart<br>a tear on my cheek old fool<br>Oh fool yes and over and over<br>but so suddenly old<br>Ah it just crept up on me<br>Youth cannot imagine age<br>We never really know<br>Oh I was never young<br>It was just a funny dream<br>How very, very strange <br>to be ninety-four<br>My skin’s becoming transparent<br>Maybe that's the way I’ll go<br>One day the light will just<br>shine though me<br>And I’ll be gone<br>and the staff will come looking<br>Oh Mr. Oliver! <br>Have you seen Mr. Oliver? <br>He was sitting there<br>as usual in the garden<br>Look here's his blanket<br>and his cup of water<br>Oh look, can you see the funny light? <br>The evenings get this way<br>Sometimes in autumn<br>Perhaps he wandered off<br>Oh Mr. Oliver! <br>It's time to come in<br>for the</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Tom+Courtney">Tom Courtney</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=554404" data-title="Goodnight Mr. Oliver de Tom Courtney" data-description="The sun settles into the hills behind the hospital compound And the long shadows fade into the dimness of the evening The old man moves slightly shifting in the chair lifting one hand placing it over the other The hands now like dry leaves rustled..."></div> </div> </div>

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