My Soul Has Grown Deep

Blues Had The Pulse Beat Of The People Who Keep On Going.

It Has Seemed To Me That Most People Are Generally Good, In Every Race And In Every Country Where I Have Been.

Peace We Passed Their Graves: The Dead Men There, Winners Or Losers, Did Not Care. In The Dark They Could Not See Who Had Gained The Victory.

Beauty For Some Provides Escape, Who Gain A Happiness In Eyeing The Gorgeous Buttocks Of The Ape Or Autumn Sunsets Exquisitely Dying.

I Loved My Friend He Went Away From Me There's Nothing More To Say The Poem Ends, Soft As It Began- I Loved My Friend.