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Street Roots • March 3-9, 2017 Poetry Page 13 What is Death by Deadpool Bruises What is death? It is the passing of a loved one whether it is family, friend or p e t It is a ipss, the shedding of tears and the ache of your heart from missing that person who is gone. But it is also a celebration of their life, it’s a sad time but in its own way a happy tithe. A time to share their memories and the good they have done and how they touched yours and others’ lives. So cry when someone passes We all know the hurt doesn’t leave but celebrate and smile ‘cause of the good times you shared and because of the good they brought to the world. What is death? It’s a time of mourning, a timé to come together and shed tears and share your sadness but it is a time also to celebrate their life. Death is a time to cry But a time to smile It’s sad but Again it’s a happy time. That’s what death is. by Eileen Vizenor I know how to sell myself. But don’t know how to hold on. Life has bumps and bruises. This, I know first hand. Bumps I can deal with, and have. It s the bruises that keep me down. Bruises from abuse. Bruises from dependency. Bruises from rape. Bruises from abortion. Bruises from beating myself up. I just want to find some saneness. Free of abuse. Free of depression. Free of doubt LAUGHINGPLANET.COM Like The Sun by Clayton Woullard Dance, dance like you never have before Dance, dance till you can no more Run, run just like a child Run, run till your nature is wild Don’t let your debts push your dreams aside Don’t let your enthusiasm run and hide May there always be fortunes in your path May you age slow and never, never fast But when you’re too tired to dance or to run You will still shine just bright like the sun
