Goddamn It, Feeling Is What

Swinging On Delicate Hinges The Autumn Leaf Almost Off The Stem.

I Am Young Now And Can Look Upon My Body And Soul With Pride. But It Will Be Mangled Soon, And Later It Will Begin To Disintegrate, And Then I Shall Die, And Die Conclusively. How Can We Face Such A Fact, And Not Live In Fear?

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.

I Saw That My Life Was A Vast Glowing Empty Page And I Could Do Anything I Wanted.

After All, A Homeless Man Has Reason To Cry, Everything In The World Is Pointed Against Him.