<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=570542" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Retirement Sometimes Comes...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">On a cold winter night<br>she sits by the fire-place<br>nesting her frail frame<br>on grandma’s rocking chair<br>listening to the burning wood<br>the crackling sound of embers<br>tickle her ears like a lover’s tongue<br>her brooding eyes focus in deep study<br>she is reading Dan Brown’s The Da Vinci Code<br>unmindful of Angel taking a nap <br>by the lamp post<br>with her cute manicured paw<br>balancing her milky face<br>empty of purr and punishment<br>ears twitching like a disturbed twig<br>on a potted plant<br>in a moment of broken silence <br>my padded feet screeched across<br>the oak-finished wooden floor<br>proximity of distance where she sat<br>is almost measured in six or ten winks<br>of my sleepy eyes<br>maybe equal to two arms length, not sure<br>in my right hand is cupped a soft ball<br>with feathered rubber skin<br>and just as the night wants to relax<br>without knowing the color of day<br>I roll the ball across her back<br>in sensuous massage meandering<br>without knowing the color of her pain<br>retirement sometimes comes<br>with mysterious prices..</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Leonard+Dabydeen">Leonard Dabydeen</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=570542" data-title="Retirement Sometimes Comes... de Leonard Dabydeen" data-description="On a cold winter night she sits by the fire-place nesting her frail frame on grandma’s rocking chair listening to the burning wood the crackling sound of embers tickle her ears like a lover’s tongue her brooding eyes focus in deep study she is..."></div> </div> </div>

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