Memories
My memory’s worth cannot be measured,
sometimes it brings with it some regret.
Some I have filed and they are now treasured,
the unpleasant one’s I’ve endeavored to forget.
But from unpleasant things I can also fain,
and experience has been my classroom teacher.
So that I always know what not to do again,
the same mistake would be a double feature.
No heart holds any secrets,
because our tongues can’t keep one.
Tom
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