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 Jan 2016 Paul Butters
Rube Frost
Lightning sure falls bright;
For once the night turned to day.
Come see, spears of light!
As all else thus fades away,
Left behind is none but you.
 Jan 2016 Paul Butters
Rube Frost
I await the rain
To fall down and wash away
The times I regret
So the pain is left behind
And the rain blesses me life
Old man of 17

How many years have you lived the dream
Have you yet found that there's no escape
Living this out till your final day

Old man of 21

Set to retire with all you have done
All that is left is the spinning of wheels
Days by the pool, drowning your deals

Old man of 45

When did you pass the prime of your life
Too little too late finding it out
Not knowing then though knowing it now

Old man of 64

You know in your heart, there's something more
You've left it behind but still have the need

Old man of 17
I put you on my wall today
          As soon as I got home
              And I smilled at how you were crooked
                   And I tilted my head to really see you

      And that's when the water sloshed out of my ears and I was drowning

                      Your eyes became bubbles that helped me breathe
              When I sucked them in
  
       I became one with the pressure
The fluctuating force that I knew all to well
         Spilling from my ears like a cloud too heavy to hold its weight
    
             You drift off the wall and float with me, fragile, yet permanent and meaningful in my mind
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