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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419916" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A misplaced minute</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419916" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The holiday makes glad the heart<br>	Of every child who knows their part.<br>	-But for adults like you and me<br>	may cause distress, perhaps ennui.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419916" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">	The days I hoped would never end, <br>	The time I thought I’d spend with friends.<br>	Lost opportunities liter my path<br>	 Then vanish as quickly as a laugh.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419916" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">	Not so, the hours spent alone<br>	Dreadful, slow, they bore on home.<br>	With a palpable sense of waste-<br>	They leave me with a bitter taste.<br>	<br>	Minds wander, memories fade<br>	Thus happy moments are mislaid.<br>	Just be grateful even thus<br>	pain and regret are turned to dust.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419916" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">	If I again could be a child-<br>	But no, time doesn’t backward run.<br>	Accept my time for what it is-<br>	a moments’ sweetness on my tongue.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419916" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>	</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+F.+McCullagh">John F. McCullagh</a></strong></div>