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Time’s Song, Ellen Rose
But only mandatory Throughout his life, his poetry grew Inspiring young writers, like me and maybe you He never married and was never in a hurry But soon his life got a little blurry May 22 1967 he struggled with prostate cancer Contribute to his funeral was poetry and jazz, some say he was also a dancer Langston Hughes, an African American a poet, a novelist, and play writer Tells us that thereʼs nothing we canʼt do No matter our color or type or shape He writes, I am the darker brother, theyʼll see how beautiful I am.
ELLEN ROSE, 11 A light that whispers through the ages a book with endless pages moments on and on and on and on everything falls short in its vue To understand it’s hue a swirling spot for all that we have forgot moments on and on and on and on it stands alone never truly known owned by no one but yet not free It’s knowledge as true as Socrates moments on and on and on and on and in the swirling sky staring down on us and we For just a day we wish it to be As silent as a summer breeze Moments on and on and on and on it must end But only to begin again Moments on and off on and off
