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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519980" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Old Poets</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519980" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The old poets <br>sit drinking and conversing.<br>Speaking with long words; parts<br>of forgotten phrases, and occasional cursing.<br>There was among them another day, when<br>they thought they knew<br>precisely what to say, what to do.<br>But time, with the help of wine<br>has taken up the words.<br>Stealing their once steady voice<br>no longer the stronger, nor even again to be heard.<br>Now, the old poets gather round early<br>in narrow dusty bars, looking<br>far off, and puffing fat cigars.<br>Satisfied to simply sit and sip, upon<br>the failing wine, and fleeting time.<br>Watching, as both run dangerously low, like<br>the finish of a long and<br>melancholy picture show.<br>Time and wine, words and birds, all<br>fly so quickly by.<br>Going south with a closed mouth<br>the verbs and nouns of the past fall broken, and<br>are no longer sacramentally spoken.<br>What once moved so fine, within these aged poetic minds<br>flows now, no less, throughout each new day.<br>It turns old bodies weak, yet goes on bearing<br>the delicate souls like gold, further and further away.</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=Smoky+Hoss">Smoky Hoss</a></strong></div>

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