Livin' the Life I got them blues called Life clawing' at me again, moanin' the Siren song that Joy and Sorrow last too short or too long and that I'd better put on my dancin' shoes and learn the slow, rhythmic dance of lingerin' swayin' in the minor key of agony, that double-key of good and bad dependent upon the agony of satisfaction and sufferin'. I think I'm finally learnin' the song and dance; the hummin' I can't get out of my heart and soul, the dance steps and sway and light touch leadin' and followin' stays with me night and day. Those blues called Life, my final will and testament.
The pairing of this poem and photo is so intriguing. The poem is written from the wisdom of age and the photo is so full of youth. The one beautifully amplified the other.
I agree with Ms. Thrushart. The poem’s energy comes from its juxtapositions, which has long been the source of power for the blues. Langston Hughes would appreciate this one.