My Personality

I should remake my personality —
I'm difficult and prickly, and sometimes
My attitude rings false; it rarely chimes
With what I think my friends demand of me:
Great love, delighting in their company.
They say my heart is with nickels and dimes,
That I'm too focused on my selfish rhymes,
And I have treated them discourteously.

But they are all my joy. I don't regret
The time we spend together, as I do
The hours I give to poetry. I'm through,
I tell myself, I'll stop. I owe no debt
To sonnets. Heart and mind are overset;
I've felt this way since I was twenty-two.