Change?

I’ve given up everything—but—that—for you.

Oh, no. Don’t ask me to give—that—up, too.

Might I just keep but one of my faults?

All else has failed me, all else is gone,

But one old trait carries me on.

Can a leopard change its happy spots?

But if I’m required to trade—that—for this,

I fear that the balance will throw so amiss,

That I won’t be at all what I was at the first.

So if you liked me then, why change me?

And if you like me now, a rearrange be

Unnecessary, friend, like it, for better or worse.

-jenn long