Tomorrow I'll be at the table
When company comes
(from "l, Too" by Langston Hughes)
Often in thought go up and down
The pleasant streets of that dear old town,
And my youth comes back to me.
(from "My Lost Youth" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)
Not everlastingly while others sleep
Shall we beguile their limbs with mellow flute,
Not always bend to some more subtle brute;
We were not made eternally to weep.
(from "From the Dark Tower" by Countee Cullen)
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
Butl laugh
And eat well
And grow strong
(from "1. Too" by Langston Hughes)
Ecertum hned