She said most colored boys don't get the chance
And that I should be thankful
I didn't like it at first
It was hard and I couldn't get the hang of it
Mama wouldn't let me quit
So I didn't
That's why I am who I am
The Banjo Player
We thankful poor
O we thankful poor
We don't have much
We have all we need
Seconds are a blessing
The don't come often
When they do it's a feast
How thankful we are
We thankful poor
O we thankful poor
Both of these are lovely and capture genuine connections to the paintings...You are a good writer, Robert.
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