So
you don't like
The
way I rock and roll,
Well
that's just fine
And
dandy, you're
Obviously
not my goal.
I
always give honesty,
And
show my faults, warts 'n' all,
So
nothing's left hidden,
Deceit
that could
Begin
a downward final fall.
I'm
not given often,
To
pretend to be something else,
Just
being me
Myself
and I, unique
Not
a regular off the shelf.
You
may not like,
Everything
that you hear or see,
But
isn't this better,
Than
a fiction,
A
fraud of what I'd be?
Maybe
it's about time,
For
you to accept this truth,
We're
not getting younger,
And
isn't this wisdom
Saner,
than the doubts of youth?
Worry
not for me,
I'm
not really hurt that much,
I
pray you remember
The
times of shared joy,
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