Perhaps it’s a level
Of maturity
Realizations
Of what cannot be
Or perhaps it is simply
That I resisted
To accept what never
Really existed
Perhaps it is nothing
But an excuse
To redeem myself
From truths I refused
Perhaps I fell in love
Not with a thing
But with the enticement
Of what it might bring
Perhaps I really was
Foolish and bold
Or perhaps I am merely
Getting old
© Janet Martin
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