When It's Time To Shuffle Off This

For Days On End, I Would Hardly Speak, And When I Did Only The Vilest Sort Of Gibberish Would Spout Forth. I Became Morose And Fat. Unapproachable, Except When Eating - And Then Only By Waiters.

A Lot Of People Have No Access To Beauty. When I Was Growing Up, My Mother Had Only A Few Pretty Things To Look At.

I Read A Comment That Made Me Think I Should Stop Singing For A While. And I Didn't Want To Stop Singing, Because It Was The Only Thing I Loved. At First I Thought, "maybe I'll Get Better And Eventually Please The Person Who Wrote About My Singing." But Then I Thought, "i Probably Will Never Please This Person. I Should Just Do What Pleases Me."

People Put Barriers Up In Your Path, And One Of Those Barriers Is Age. They Tell You, "you're Too Old. You Don't Photograph So Well Anymore." I Know I Don't Photograph So Well Anymore, So What Can I Do? I Can Do Something Different, Where It Doesn't Matter As Much How I Look.

I Have My Standards. They're Low, But I Have Them.