I am only human after all,
and prone to vice, some big, some small.
I never claimed to be perfect
I can’t hide or be circumspect.
I am what I am, nothing more
I’ll await what fate has in store.
I stand accused of living life,
with gay abandon, free of strife
of having an ego too enlarged
what can I say? Guilty as Charged.
I stand unrepentantly tall.
I do not accept any sentence at all.
Life is a sentence of its own
its own punishment for seeds we’ve sown,
both tremendous pain and pleasure
love and laughter without measure.
I stand here strong in the life I’ve built,
I’ve cheated no one, so feel no guilt.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 24/May/2018