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I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple?
I take my dreams and make of them… and a round fountain with a beauti… And a song with a broken heart and… Do you understand my dreams? Sometimes you say you do,
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered!
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal… It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up,
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are w… Her bandage hides two festering so… That once perhaps were eyes.
When the old junk man Death Comes to gather up our bodies And toss them into the sack of obl… I wonder if he will find The corpse of a white multi—millio…
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long da… That I had to climb, that I had t… In order that the race might live… Look at my face —dark as the night…
I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all