In youth, it was a way I had <br /> To do my best to please, <br />And change, with every passing lad, <br /> To suit his theories. <br /> <br />But now I know the things I know, <br /> And do the things I do; <br />And if you do not like me so, <br /> To hell, my love, with you!<br /><br />Dorothy Parker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/indian-summer/
