It May Be That The Life I

The Cooler Days Have Brought A Wistful Mood Upon Him. The Smell Of Coalsmoke In The Air At Night. Old Times, Dead Years. For Him Such Memories Are Bitter Ones.

Pain For The Old Was No Longer A Surprise.

It Just Bothered Me That You Might Think I'm Somethin Special. I Aint.

He Said That Those Who Have Endured Some Misfortune Will Always Be Set Apart But That It Is Just That Misfortune Which Is Their Gift And Which Is Their Strength.

... A Man Leaves Much When He Leaves His Own Country.