Eulogy
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What's Look Got To Do With It?
This poem is dedicated to you. Miss. Gorgeous Tina Turner
You must comprehend that you turned heads at every corner
The last breathe
The last death
The last phone call
The last fall
The last tear
The last swear
Wir wissen nicht
Wenn wir uns verabschieden
Denn morgen
Gehört nur Gott im Himmel
Wir wissen nicht
Nou pa konnen
Lè nou di orevwa
Paske demen
Se pou sèlman Bondye nan syèl la
Nou pa konnen
Si se pa yon dènye vizyon
Nous ne savons pas
Quand nous disons adieu
Parce que demain
N'appartient qu'à Dieu
Nous ne savons pas
We do not know
When we say goodbye
Because tomorrow
Only belongs to God in the sky
We come
We roam
And we go
That’s all we know.
We come on earth
We roam, we surf
Paul Williams
By Grayson
They never knew me.
The granddaughters with the brown hair and hazel eyes.
Dearest Alan,
Sharp tongue,
Sharper wit,
Fervent spirit.
I think of you in C-SPAN,
I think of you in my walkman.
When my grandma died,
I volunteered to write her eulogy
Because I knew that would help me deal with the loss of her
And help others as well.
If I were to write you a eulogy
I would start by saying
You are not dead
I still see you in the mirror
In the smile lines painted
permanently onto my face
I carry you in the baggage under my eyes
Tattoo after “Slam, Dunk, & Hook”
The skin that I am in is my own,
It is something that I could never loan.
The bark on my bones, the shell on my back,
I.
For the first time in a long while,
I went to my jewelry box, a place
Of cameos and my mother’s earrings,
And took out my necklace of delicate gold
And settled it on my collarbone
Beautiful, submissive, and enduring sufferer! You were the lamb imprisoned within a den of wolves. Abandoned in this world, you understood cruelty’s impermanence. The deepest admiration from my heart’s deepest vaults you summoned.
