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“Parting Words to Passing Youth” A Poem By Jonathan Rowe ’18

With you I was a butterfly,

my ruptured cocoon

exposed to the world.

The wind pulled us,

birds tried to consume us,

& a resting place forever eluded us.

You tested my boundaries

like an amateur Uranium scientist.

Together, we were bold,

we were alive,

we were–young.

& only the law

& repercussions of our actions

kept us mortal, kept us sane.

Across the threshold of adulthood,

I stare back, perhaps wondering,

If we could resume

Our reckless play once more.

But it has ended.

The ovation, the applause,

the last hurrah has happened

& the curtains have closed.

All I can do is turn around,

spread my wings, and fly.

With memories of yesterday

hanging by my side.


Jonathan Rowe ’18

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