He Who Was Me

Who I was, I am no more, older now, but an other

Who I was, I am no more Older now, but an other Who I was, now gone Who I will be, not yet born The mistakes of he, who was me, do not matter to the me that was him

That one died years ago All he left me, was me, and me is enough I don’t hold him responsible for those days Oh, but did we tear up those years But how could he, so young, know that who he was then, was so wrong

I am now me, and I like this me, but still surprised by this me after all these years Now I am the other one I hoped to be And if I live long enough, I will become him No longer me, but who he was, I was, so long ago when who I was mattered

Me, being me, makes me happy And I forgive him, the one that was me, because without him I wouldn’t be me still, I am glad he was me, and now is not me… because he was a crazy bastard, and I am glad he is gone, but here is a toast to me who was he… and I am happy this me only drinks the good stuff these days