Bad Choices Well Remembered
Memories grate against my mind like chalk against the board.
I simply can’t forget them, however much abhorred.
When I try to go sleep, at breakfast or at tea,
my reflections interrupt the most polite company.
With my present decisions, I’m doing rather fine,
yet my past could have been better. Why didn’t I decline?
On my mind’s conveyor belt, regrets move down the line,
but though I keep it oiled, they emit a nagging whine.
Would have, could have, should have–—they wheedle with such zest
I cannot still the murmurings of each unwelcome guest.
We’re meant to leave the past behind. It’s how all nature planned it,
but contrary to nature, my memory hasn’t banned it!
Yay! Forgottenman has written a post for two days in a row. Please see his memories of watermelon HERE. and leave him a comment so he knows you care.
Prompt words today are omit, tea, oil and chalk. Here are the links:
https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/04/23/your-daily-word-prompt-omit-april-23-2019/
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/04/23/tea/
https://fivedotoh.com/2019/04/23/fowc-with-fandango-oil/
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/04/23/rdp-tuesday-chalk/
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
I love this one! You are on a roll today!
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Thanks, Keto.
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It’s Kim 😊
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Sorry.. should have known that.
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Oh no, it’s understandable 😊
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But I know about keto diets..and have seen your blog..should have known better, although now I know your name, so something gained.
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I enjoyed this poem, Judy.
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Thanks, Roberta.
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Why is it that the bad memories stand out in sharp contrast to the lovely memories that drift away?
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A lovely and accurate poem that describes life too
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