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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=528625" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Stems</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=528625" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Empty hours accumalate -<br>And take over; <br>Nothing ventured and definately- <br>Nothing gained...<br>Critical minute blown away in --<br>Idle contemplation...<br>While 'Rules Of Thumb' are busy twiddling; <br>While the clocks tic has now regained its tock...<br>And happier days are -<br>Even further away; <br>At one time-our life-<br>Was like a Merry-Go-Round...<br>Circlling-the proverbial 'Brass Ring'; <br>Brazen to haughty...<br>Where nothing -<br>Or no one could-<br>Disturb our daily lives-<br>Which were-<br>Lived just under the- <br>Guise of permissable; <br>But today, ah, yes today...<br>We find ourselves vegetating--<br>In a half dead 'Garden'--<br>Of lost hopes...<br>Lost dreams...<br>With time moving on ahead--<br>But where we are going nowhere...<br>Stagnate in our acres of regret...<br>Dying a little breath at a time; <br>Flushed out...<br>Faint and hopeless...<br>Now just withering---<br>Fruitless stems; </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=528625" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>For: The Attic Of My Heart<br>August,2010</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=Theodora+Onken">Theodora Onken</a></strong></div>