Then and Now

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Reflections on a life; no regrets, apparently.

Submitted: August 22, 2016

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Submitted: August 22, 2016



I once loved chasing butterflies

In winds too strong to stand

And flying kites in hurricanes

Were best with blowing sand.


Digging hole to fill them up

Was how I filled my time

And sticking hands in hornet's nests

Didn't seem like such a crime.


I put out fires and started some,

It was my job in the good old days.

And if a bridge came tumbling down,

It was surly I that set the blaze.


Now my Butterfly-book is full

And my kite-flying days are long sense past.

I'm allergic to hornets and their stings

And my hole digging spade is trashed.


It was what it was, and it is what it is,

And never the two shall ever meet;

So I been told by the guys at the camp

And the other homeless who live on the street.


JE Falcon  ---  08-20-2016

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