If Men Found Out How To Give

To Look Back Is To Relax One's Vigil.

At 50, I Thought Proudly: Here We Are, Half Century! Being 60 Was Fairly Frightening. You Want To Know How I Spent My 70th Birthday? I Put On A Completely Black Face, A Fuzzy Black Afro Wig, Wore Black Clothes And Hung A Black Wreath On My Door.

There Are New Words Now That Excuse Everybody. Give Me The Good Old Days Of Heroes And Villains, The People You Can Bravo Or Hiss. There Was A Truth To Them That All The Slick Credulity Of Today Cannot Touch.

Life Is The Past, The Present And The Perhaps.

I'm The Nicest Goddamn Dame That Ever Lived.