i have no idea when, how or under what cercumstances i wrote this poem, but i', pretty sure that i did because it was on my computer under the file of things atht i have written. that and i have a slight memory of having written it. i believe it was in response to somehting my friend said. she implied that everyone acts puerile most of the time, but only notices it in retrospect. i got angry at her for saying this, because it implies that everything is silly and if so, than why do anything?
naïve
- we were all naïve,
- foolish even,
- back then,
- back with the
- should haves,
- could haves,
- would haves,
- back when consequences
- were never sought
- and approval was the greatest
- reward.
looking back,
i realize how foolish
i had been
and realize
that looking back on this moment
i will seem foolish still.
is it all really worth it?
when self-love
is the price?
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