I Liked My Father A Lot, But

One Difference Between Poetry And Lyrics Is That Lyrics Sort Of Fade Into The Background. They Fade On The Page And Live On The Stage When Set To Music.

I Chose And My World Was Shaken. So What? The Choice May Have Been Mistaken; The Choosing Was Not. You Have To Move On.

That's The Trouble With Awards For A Body Of Work. They Always Come At Both A Good Time And A Wrong Time. Good Because They Tell You What You've Been Doing Was Worth The Doing And Wrong Because They Ought To Come When You're Young And Excited And Hungry For Assurance That What You're Doing Is Worth The Doing.

You Have To Be Submitted For The Pulitzer, And Unbeknownst To Us, A Choral Director Whom I Know Had Submitted Us.

Am I Not Sensitive, Clever, Well-mannered, Considerate, Passionate, Charming, As Kind As I'm Handsome And Heir To A Throne?