Crumb
Was in my twenties,
When I made a movie.
I look back to compare,
Vey past with today.
Crazy, was concerned,
And disliked injustice,
Misery and hunger!
Named my film:
"Crumble! "
Or "A bite, "
Travel of grain,
To be food on table
After market, kitchen,
Then ending in garbage!
This body saw changes,
But the heart has remained,
Pure, child's, as was then…
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