On being called a considerate soul who has good memory
I'd rather consider less
And turn into a worry-free princess
It's a misery to wake in the mid of the night
Considering all things that could've been possible
And no way found for them to be possible
Being considerate?
I'd rather be a magnate
I'd rewire my memory too
If brain science got a breakthrough
Long live will the memory of laughter
The memory of honor
But not for the memory of an unrequited love
Enchanted by a sweet smile
Though love can be as pure as a white dove
And a smile can be very attractive
The disappointment that follows is hard to shove
How foolish is the memory cell
That holds fast to a cute smile
The pains that follow
Are far more than poetry words can tell
If the memory cell has wings
It'll probably turn into a moth
Flying into a blazing fire
And thinking itself a light-seeking pioneer
Oh, I'd better donate the foolish cell to some wise guy
But finally
I decide to keep it and give it another try
After all
What if there really is a considerate soul in me
Soul, please, be considerate
And help rewire the memory cell for me
poem by Cathy Shao
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