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Life
and Death
by Raniello Velila
Life was born when Death died
Death to live had tried and tried
but Life arrived smiling with glee
Death's death had set Life free
Death's funeral was a happy one
too bad that Death's death will be undone
i know one day Death will live
to Life will i not a funeral give
let tears fall when Life decides to die
in death maybe Life won't be so shy
all we can do is hope and pray
that Life will postpone that sorrowful day
and if that day will tomorrow come
Life's life and Death's death will (surely) come undone
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For
me, life brings to mind vibrant colors-cobalt blues, deep purples, crimson
reds. It brings to mind spring and birds singing, thunderous rainstorms,
and the smell of a baby's skin. It brings to mind the sound of children's laughter. I can hear a heart beating, and feel the warm pulse under my
fingertips. Death brings to mind the smell of dark, mildewy undergrowth
in a forest, dark skies, the heavy oppressive humidity and calm before a large storm.
I can hear a funeral parlor's somber organ notes and the sound of muffled
weeping. I imagine a crack of lightning-it reminds me of how death can
strike anywhere, at any time, and its powerful emotional toll on people's
life.
Whenever
I see the words "life and death" I always momentarily think about the
things I have not accomplished. I feel that I have sometimes valuable
time when i could have been doing something more useful. I have the
feeling that many people feel this way, and I was told that it was a natural
occurrence. I do hope that I can relive my life as something else, thought I do
not know what that "something else would be.