Most Roads Lead Men Homewards, My Road

Man With His Burning Soul Has But An Hour Of Breath To Build A Ship Of Truth In Which His Soul May Sail- Sail On The Sea Of Death. For Death Takes Toll Of Beauty, Courage, Youth, Of All But Truth.

From '41 To '51i Was My Folk's Contrary Son;i Bit My Father's Hand Right Throughand Broke My Mother's Heart In Two.

Most Roads Lead Men Homewards, My Road Leads Me Forth

Love Is A Flame To Set The Will On Fire

It Ought To Have Gangsters, And Aeroplanes And A Lot Of Automatic Pistols.