But I'm Too Old To Be Written

How Weightless/ Words Are When Nothing Will Do.

My Father Died When I Was Five, But I Grew Up In A Strong Family.

I Say, Father, The Years Have Brought Me Here, Still Your Son, They Have Brought Me To A Life I Cannot Understand.

Listen To These Young Poets And You'll Discover The Voice Of The Present And Hear The Voice Of The Future Before The Future Is Even Here.

Now I Must Wait And Be Still And Say Nothing I Don't Know, Nothing I Haven't Lived Over And Over, And That's Everything.