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Jun 2010 · 1.4k
Sailing
Gary Butler Jun 2010
Sailing, Yes sailing changes everything
How you live and how you die
How you feel and why you cry
Yes sailing, Sailing changes everything
The nights were long, the days were short
If only they all had made it to port
Yes sailing, Sailing changes everything
All for just a moment of fame
Yes sailing, Sailing will never ever be the same
                                                            ­         Amen
I wrote this poem dedicated to all the people who died in the  Sydney to Hobart [Australia] yacht race on Boxing Day in 1998
May 2010 · 1.1k
Sisters To Be
Gary Butler May 2010
We often lay awake at night
   While others are asleep
No one knows our sorrow
   No one hears us weep
It's been many long years 'now'
   Since God took you's away
'But' We still feel your presence
   And 'that is' every day
May the 'wings of love' blow gently
   And 'whisper' for you's to hear
For we shall always love you's
   And forever hold you's dear
We know what's in our hearts
   And 'that's' coming from above
That you 'both' showed courage and compassion
   And you 'both' showed loyalty and love
We may be far apart now
   And not be able to touch
For we can only 'feel' and 'say'
   We loved you's very much
In life we loved you's dearly
   In death we'll do the same
So stay in our hearts and memories
   Until we meet again
                                    Amen
I wrote this poem dedicated to 2 beautiful girls who died in a house fire. One was my niece Leah aged 14 and the other her brothers fiance Vicky aged 19.
May 2010 · 3.3k
The Loner
Gary Butler May 2010
Life is so short, Life is so sweet
It is a real pity, That some people sleep on the street
You see them in alleys, You see them in parks
The ones whose lives  Have got no more spark
They say they are dead beats, The **** of the earth
But were they really like that, Right from their birth
They used to be happy, They used to be gay
They even had a Christmas and a happy birthday
But now their  a loner and who the hell cares
For people just spit or stand there and stare
But the loner just thinks, He's still got his mind
Just look in the mirror and see what 'you' dare find
Now years have past and the loner is dead
But there in his place, Now let it be said
Is the one who walked passed and he just spat
Justice or not, Is 'that' *** for Tat
I wrote this poem dedicated to all the homeless people in the world.

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