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!
Indian Summer
Dorothy Parker
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Poem topics: I love you, change, youth, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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