My life is the path I've chosen.
Hidden from other's eyes.
The very one I thought about.
To others maybe a surprise.
I am the only one who travels on.
This way down the road.
I keep my burdens very light.
Most of my possessions sold
To others for a penny or more.
To keep my back pack tight.
As I ease on down the street.
By the starry night.
Or on a day's journey.
I dance as I go.
I do a jig or a foxtrot.
And laugh as I show
All the world the best of me.
But sometimes not so much.
A showboat and a ham.
I keep out of touch.
Of the masses streaming by.
I chose a different way.
To tell the story
Of my life.
One so very gay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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