Who Am I
Within this worn body brittle and old
Thrives youth, hate, love, sorrow, and passions bold
Date of birth, Jobs, Paygrade, single, Married?
All they ask now is cremated. Buried?
As my sunset hours I can clearly see
I will darn well be who I want to be!
I no longer care who you think I am
Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn!
So, who am I now? I defy all labels
I might be the sly fox in Aesop’s Fables
Or a poet—Keats, Byron, Neruda?
Maybe I’ll be a love-struck barracuda
I’m a classic novel that has no equal
Wait a while for the thrilling sequel
1/12/22
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