Sinatra crooned
"come what may"
me in my cocoon
breaking away
my dreams a balloon
a teenage getaway
crashed too soon
a darkened Broadway
to trouble I was not immune
so, rather than walkaway
my yes led to a honeymoon
that ended straightaway
as, Sinatra crooned
about a bar in far Bombay
I hummed "fly me to the moon"
is this my "come what may"?
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