You Must Invent Your Own Games And

You Must Invent Your Own Games And Teach Us Old Ones How To Play.

I Grow Old Though Pleased With My Memories The Tasks I Can No Longer Complete Are Balanced By The Love Of The Tasks Gone Past I Offer No Apology Only This Plea: When I Am Frayed And Strained And Drizzle At The End Please Someone Cut A Square And Put Me In A Quilt That I Might Keep Some Child Warm And Some Old Person With No One Else To Talk To Will Hear My Whispers And Cuddle Near

Black Love Is Black Wealth And They'll Probably Talk About My Hard Childhood And Never Understand That All The While I Was Quite Happy

You Must Be Unintimidated By Your Own Thoughts.

In The Name Of Peace They Waged The Wars Ain't They Got No Shame