© W. Scott Grant
October 25, 1999
I’m trying to find myself
Before they put me on a shelf
Am I still young-at-heart?
Can I still play the part?
Where all should I look –
In ev’ry corner and ev’ry nook?
Where can I straighten out my head –
Perhaps in a strange woman’s bed?
Where do all these feelings reside?
Should I look ~ dare I say ~ inside?