Friday, 24 June 2016

Dikt; Indian Summer av Dorothy Parker

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:

  1. *tommelopp* - dette likte jeg. Finfin fredagspoesi :-)