Thursday, May 3, 2018


I didn’t plan to write this one in first person, but it came out that way and it is too late at night and I am way too tired to try it another way. So maybe this is the way I wanted it to be.

I don’t try to be cool.
Or perfect.
Or right.
I just try to live
as much of my life as I can
on my terms.
In other words,
I try to live my life
my way,
Which sounds like Sinatra,
as written by Paul Anka,
to a tune borrowed from a couple of Frenchmen,
But isn’t.
I’m not borrowed
or defiant.
I’m just trying to get by,
And trying to be true to