Thinking About Being Thoughtless: Revolutionary Improv Blogging Poem

Sometimes I have
things to say
that stick in my mind,
and won’t go away.

And sometimes the things
I realize,
and the understanding,
get supersized.

I’ve made someone,
through my carelessness, cry.
I understand how.
I understand why

the tears flowed.
But I don’t know
why my actions
happened.

Maybe I AM thoughtless.
I don’t mean to be,
but I guess
my actions betray me.

And if my history repeats again,
as it certainly will,
others will ken
the pain of my thoughtless pill.

My forgetting to call
when I say I will.
My checking out
to follow a thrill.

Whatever the reason,
it will happen once more
to each in their season:
of that, please be sure.

The risk is great.
But my caring is greater.
You’ll just have to wait:
Thoughtlessness has no regulator.

In the meantime I hope
you’ll experience near constant caring.
For that, you won’t grope:
it’s what I’m always sharing.

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