Find What You Love And Let It

From The Beginning, Through The Middle Years And Up To The End: Too Bad, Too Bad, Too Bad.

Morals Were Restrictive, But They Were Grounded On Human Experience.

We Waste Days Like Mad Blackbirds And Pray For Alcoholic Nightsour Silk-sick Human Smiles Wrap Around Us Like Somebody Else's Confetti

A Day Of Minor Profit Or Prophet Led To A Night Of Drunkenness.

What A Weary Time Those Years Were -- To Have The Desire And The Need To Live But Not The Ability.