I speak on my terms,
The only terms
I own.
I wish you well,
But our hearts
Swell
With prospect.
So much to do,
So little time.
I can’t reject my nature,
A creature
Of my own.
I loved,
I lost;
Never from neglect.
With no regrets,
I did it my way.
Pretentions,
I have a few,
But then again
Too few to mention.