August 31, 2015
I am who I am
I am not the most beautiful, not the thinnest.
I am uncouth, risqué, sometimes crude
I wasn’t the best mother, I played it by ear
I was too young, but full of love
I tired, failed, tried again
I wasn’t the best dancer
I entertained, had fun,
I am no longer young on the outside
I am still young on the inside
I am still leaning, still trying
I love and I am loved
I am me not you, only me
Love me and I will love you
