November 28, 2010
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I’ve wondered if it’s just me or if others suffer occasional vivid memories of things done and/or said way back in the past that should have been long forgotten. I hate that. Maybe it’s lifes way of saying “You thought you got away with that, didn’t you? Well, you didn’t!”
Here’s a poem, shared by Garrison Keillor this morning, to let us sinners know we’re not alone. Appropriate on one’s 82nd birthday – right?
by Lawrence Raab
Every day there’s something old
to feel sorry about—
what I should have done and didn’t,
or what I did, and kept on doing.
I want to believe
everyone’s forgotten by now.
Then I picture them thinking back.
And those who’ve died
and earned the wisdom death allows
just shake their heads and sigh.
“Very funny,” my father would say
after my sister and I played
some cruel little joke on him.
“Ha, ha,” he’d add,
to let us know he got the point.
We want to forget
until we start to forget.
We want the past to change,
and we want it back.
“Enough is enough,”
my father used to say
to tell us it was over.
“Regret” by Lawrence Raab, from The History of Forgetting. © Penguin Poets, 2009. Reprinted with permission.