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