Road's in front o' me, Nothin' to do but walk.

Life is a big sea full of many fish. I let down my nets and pulled. I'm still pulling.

The depression brought everybody down a peg or two. And the Negroes had but few pegs to fall.

The rhythm of life is a jazz rhythm

I loved my friend He went away from me There's nothing more to say The poem ends, Soft as it began- I loved my friend.

It were depression, too. They cut my wages down once at the foundry. They cut my wages down again. Then they cut my wages out, also the job.

Life is for the living. Death is for the dead. Let life be like music. And death a note unsaid.