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Like a father

Filled with pride

These bright ideas

I held inside



Then came the time

To let them out

Into the world

Without a doubt



I wound them up

And set them down

Toy toddlers placed

Upon the ground



I could not say

Which way they'd go

And what results

I could not know



But I had faith

That butterfly wings

When given time

Whip up great things

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I couldn't resist a reference to the deterministic butterfly, even though we live in a quantum mechanical world.  Being an inventor and a fledgling poet, I wouldn't mind this poem as an epitaph.

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last updated 12 October 2010 - 4:55am
©1 January 2001 - 6:00am — terry
2 January 2001 - 6:00am — Nicole Poirier (not verified)
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This proves your creativity....especially love the "whip up great things"

2 January 2001 - 6:00am — eltrue
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Ah there comes a time when those creations can't be held in they have to be set free.... I love the idea here and I enjoyed this poem...Eric True

People don't run out of dreams they just run out of time.