Poem: I could have made excuses

I could have made excuses

but I knew better,
knew it was only excuses
and not real, not a reason,
not anything more
than a way to feel alright
doing the wrong thing,
or not doing the right thing,
not doing anything.
I have fallen into that before,
have indulged myself,
allowed bad impulses
to guide my actions,
but not tonight.

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