POETRY: MAY 23, 1980 (“My Life”)

This is one of 367 poems I wrote every day of 1980.  Some are so marginal, they are almost embarrassments now.  I resisted the impulse to rewrite the stinkers to preserve the breathtaking naivety and arrogance of youth that characterize these works. Among the plaintive, painfully self-aware cries of a lost manchild adrift, there are occasional gems that I read now with a mix of astonishment and delight. The more things change …

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Were I to live

another hundred years

I would not forget.

Were I to relive my life

100 times over,

from birth to death and back to birth again-

it could never be better.

All my memories

are but one memory.

All my thoughts,

but one.

This is my faith.

Nothing can alter this.

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(© KPKeelan)

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