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."
still on a Dorothy Parker kick

This poem's what I tell myself,
On days when I feel blue;
And though it may be weakly felt,
I dare it to to be true.