"Like a Rolling Stone" [of Bob Dylan] is a kiss-off song like none before or since.
Either I'm too sensitive, or else I'm gettin' soft
Beauty walks a razors edge, someday I'll make it mine.
Well, the moral of the story, The moral of this song, Is simply that one should never be Where one does not belong. So when you see your neighbor carryin' somethin', Help him with his load, And don't go mistaking Paradise For that home across the road.
The times are a-changing and if we don't we will sink like a stone.
I don't know if I call myself a poet or not. I would like to, but I'm not really qualified to make that decision, because I come in on such a back door, that I don't know what a Robert Frost or a [John] Keats or a T.S. Eliot would really think of my stuff.