Saturday, March 04, 2006

Dorothy Parker..........

Browsing through a journal I started shortly after leaving Michael....... came across this poem I copied written by Dorothy Parker.........

Indian Summer

In youth, it was a way I had
To do my best to please
And change, with every passing lad,
To suit his theories.
But now I know the things I know,
And do the things I do;
And if you do not like me so,
To hell, my love, with you!

1 comment:

melonie said...

how true sister, how very true.