When I Were A Young Man, I

I Got The Weary Blues And I Can't Be Satisfied.

Good Morning, Daddy! Ain't You Heard The Boogie-woogie Rumble Of A Dream Deferred? Listen Closely: You'll Hear Their Feet Beating Out And Beating Out A - You Think It's A Happy Beat? Listen To It Closely: Ain't You Heard Something Underneath Like A - What Did I Say? Sure, I'm Happy! Take It Away! Dream Boogie Hey, Pop! Re-bop! Mop! Y-e-a-h!

When Poems Stop Talking About The Moon And Begin To Mention Poverty, Trade Unions, Color, Color Lines And Colonies, Somebody Tells The Police.

I Stuck My Head Out The Window This Morning And Spring Kissed Me Bang In The Face.

It Has Seemed To Me That Most People Are Generally Good, In Every Race And In Every Country Where I Have Been.