Nice

Now they are all nice.
Life has taken us all down a few pegs by this age,
And now they are all nice to me.
If one of them had been that way in the old days,
I might not feel the way I do about myself.
Sadly, their niceness feels fake…
Or at least rooted in the fact that now it is obvious
They didn't pick me and that I will not hit on them.
Now, they can be nice.
I will no longer over-reach myself,
Or try to move above my station.
They were just the beginning of the failures that buried me.