The Lonely Sunsets Flare Forlorn Down Valleys

Now A Promise Made Is A Debt Unpaid, And The Trail Has Its Own Stern Code.

The Happy Man Is He Who Knows His Limitations, Yet Bows To No False Gods.

Alas! The Road To Anywhere Is Pitfalled With Disaster; There's Hunger, Want, And Weariness, Yet O We Loved It So! As On We Tramped Exultantly, And No Man Was Our Master, And No Man Guessed What Dreams Were Ours, As, Swinging Heel And Toe, We Tramped The Road To Anywhere, The Magic Road To Anywhere, The Tragic Road To Anywhere, Such Dear, Dim Years Ago.

I Have No Doubts That The Devil Grins, As Seas Of Ink I Spatter. Ye Gods, Forgive My “literary” Sins – The Other Kind Don’t Matter.

Then You've A Hunch What The Music Meant . . . Hunger And Night And The Stars.