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.