Why Do I


Why do I have to be so old fashion,
so chivalrous, a "good guy"?

It causes me great pain,
But it is part of me.

Would you want me to change?
Would I be different if I did?

Do I dare to take the chance?
Would I still like me if I did?

Would you still like me?
When it my turn?

Are these the right questions to be asking myself?
The answers are not coming.

So I sit tittering, sometime ok
Sometime in great pain.

My goddess what am I suppose to learn.
I think I am totally missing the lesson

R- 5/2001