Some men are really good but I am not
I look for trouble though I call it fun
I drink and dance and sleep around a lot
And hope that I’m not hurting anyone
I wonder if I’ll ever be mature
The kind of man I once aspired to be
But when I look at all I have endured
Perhaps I should embrace frivolity
My teenage years at times were pretty tough
My head held high but crying deep inside
And in my twenties life got really rough
But I was lucky I came through alive
So I have earned my hedonistic days
And men will live their life in their own ways


Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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