Past And Present
I used to be the way I was.
That’s how I used to be.
But now I feel the way I was.
Wasn’t really me.
I’m not the way I used to be.
I’m not the way I was.
I am the way I am, you see.
Because, well, just because
© Kevin A. Deane
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Another of my silliness poems, or is it?
