I Write With As Much

We All Have Much More In Common Than We Have Difference. I Would Say That About People All Over The World. They Don't Know How Much In Common That They Have

I Try To Write Something That Would Interest Anybody And Keep Them Turning The Page. You Must Have A Plot And Good Storyline.

And I Thought To Myself, What Am I Doing? Am I Reaching Them At All? They Are Acting Exactly As The Old Men Did Earlier. They Are Fifty Years Younger, Maybe More, But Doing The Same Thing Those Old Men Did Who Never Attended School A Day In Their Lives. Is It Just A Vicious Circle? Am I Doing Anything?

We Wait Till Now? Now, When We're Old Men, We Get To Be Brave?

And That's All We Are Jefferson, All Of Us On This Earth, A Piece Of Drifting Wood. Until We - Each Of Us, Individually- Decide To Become Something Else. I Am Still That Piece Of Drifting Wood, And Those Out There Are No Better. But You Can Be Better.