#AmericanWriters
To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
When a man starts out with nothing… When a man starts out with his han… Empty, but clean, When a man starts to build a world… He starts first with himself
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
When the shoe strings break On both your shoes And you’re in a hurry— That’s the blues. When you go to buy a candy bar
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
I got to leave this town. It’s a lonesome place. Got to leave this town cause It’s a lonesome place. A po’, po’ boy can’t