7200 Sunsets

She's at this certain point of her life
Where she had already begun to care
So less about almost everything

She has accepted that she's clumsy
And especially clumsier
when she most needs to not be

She had also learned to accept
That she can only do things right
When it included embarrassing herself

She had accepted that the number of people
Who still haven't learned to dislike her
Is already so few, like endangered species

And, she's already fine with only having
A friend when and only while that "friend"
Still needs her help with something

She eventually learned to be fine with all of it
Already having lived through 7200 sunsets
With the world being rarely fair to her