poetry

Indian Summer, a poem

photo by: Max Sokal

 

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!

 

–Dorothy Parker

Related: “One of the absolute best parts of being an adult for me has been knowing myself so well, fully accepting who I am… I’ve got zero hours to dedicate to not doing exactly what I want to be doing.” from Reminders & Tips for Life.