No Time For Poetry But Exactly What

Things Are So Hard To Figure Out When You Live From Day To Day In This Feverish And Silly World.

Holy Flowers Floating In The Air, Were All These Tired Faces In The Dawn Of Jazz America.

The Taste Of Rain -- Why Kneel?

I Looked Up At The Dark Sky And Prayed To God For A Better Break In Life And A Better Chance To Do Something For The Little People I Loved.

Something Good Will Come Out Of All Things Yet — And It Will Be Golden And Eternal Just Like That.