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12/3/2021 3:51:02 PM
My Good Life	My silver hair has grown, Time has weakened my bones. My face has been wrinkled, My limbs have been crippled. My time is up, I must go, My death will be a painful woe. But before I have a chance to die, A movie flashes before my eyes. The movie begins with a baby girl, Being brought into this world. She cries so loud even though she’s unharmed, But finds peace in her mother’s arms. As years pass by, she learns and grows. Her early life begins to flow. A teenager she has become, Everyone sees her as a bundle of fun. But on the inside, she’s moody and depressed, She covers it up and strives to impress. Adored by adults, loved by her peers, She can’t be herself, that’s her worst fear. She takes a step into adulthood, Her goal cannot be misunderstood. Focus on college, rise to the top, She’s a determined beast that cannot be stopped. Her dream career is in her hands, She’s scheduling, appointing, and making plans. Her job gives her no chance to unwind, And family is at the back of her mind. So after retirement, she’s old and alone, Her best friend is her cell phone. She has no spouse, has no kids, So what lesson does my life give? Life begins with joy and ends with sorrow. A sorrow that there will be no tomorrow. And this sorrow burns worse than fire, It consumes hopes, dreams, and longing desires. So to all the people of youth, Listen to my words, for I speak the truth. There’s no need for a life of your own, If that life will be spent all alone. So keep your family, keep your friends, Before your life comes to an end. And all of life’s unique parts, Keep them in your mind, cherish them in your heart. So that on the final day, You can look back and say, “I’ve lived a good life.”
12/3/2021 4:04:47 PM
Her Voice	The day is darkened by mother’s death, So we come together to honor her life. But how can I honor such a tragic ending? I’m drowning in misery and sorrow. My ears are filled with speeches from her fake friends, And cries of strangers who don’t even know her name. I would’ve sliced my ears off, If she hadn’t walked on stage. The singer, dressed in white (mom’s color), Opened her mouth and shook the world! High and low notes vibrated from her mouth, The song’s melody was glued to her lips She sent voices of gospel choirs into the air, And dominated the stage with the power of song. The angel of music looked straight into my eyes, Her musical notes surrounded me in a tornado of love, The melody’ś fragrance swirled my head and made me drowsy The familiar scent exposed the song’s identity. Her song was the lullaby mother sang to me at night, And the singer used mother’ś tongue to sing that song. Every single beat brought back memories of mom, It tugged at my heart and pulled tears from my eyes. Once the music came to an end, the crowd applauded, But I remained still and deaf to the cacophony, Because her voice was still ringing in my ears, and thriving in my heart.
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