There Isn't Any Real Good

I Was Desperate For Something To Read That Dealt Realistically With Teenage Life, And I Thought Others Might Be, Too.

They Used To Be Buddies, I Thought, They Used To Be Friends, And Now They Hate Each Other Because One Has To Work For A Living And The Other Comes From The West Side. They Shouldn't Hate Each Other.

You Still Have A Lot Of Time To Make Yourself Be What You Want. There's Still Lots Of Good In The World. Tell Dally. I Don't Think He Knows.

Can You See The Sunset Real Good On The West Side? You Can See It On The East Side Too.

Suddenly It Wasn't Only A Personal Thing To Me. I Could Picture Hundreds And Hundreds Of Boys Living On The Wrong Sides Of Cities, Boys With Black Eyes Who Jumped At Their Own Shadows. Hundreds Of Boys Who Maybe Watched Sunsets And Looked At Stars And Ached For Something Better. I Could See Boys Going Down Under Street Lights Because They Were Mean And Tough And Hated The World, And It Was Too Late To Tell Them That There Was Still Good In It, And They Wouldn't Believe You If You Did.