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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=371470" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet: in Old Age</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=371470" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">All life they slogged till crept on them old age! <br>Their children were the pupils of their eyes; <br>By habit still, to work they yet manage, <br>With spirit good, weary their body lies. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=371470" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The toil they put is ‘yond an estimate; <br>Their loving service is just very great; <br>They wait for Time’s scythe to emancipate; <br>Disgruntled world, they can never satiate. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=371470" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">What a wretched world, this happens to be! <br>Unprepared even now, their senescence is; <br>Busy children care not for elderly; <br>But wise old-aged humans on earth’s a bliss! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=371470" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">’tis sad when strikes old-age the aged its gong! <br>The frail figures cannot withstand for long.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=John+Celes">John Celes</a></strong></div>

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