Stupidity is the reason
my life went insane;
it’s not much of an excuse,
but it’s there all the same.
I lost opportunities,
and memories galore,
so very much potential
I’ll regret forevermore.
I could have been a varsity girl
in baseball, band, and dance;
then once when I forgot my brain,
I eternally lost that chance.
They went to L.A. without me
to see the Phantom’s show,
and, oh the pain, when I missed
marching at the Rose Bowl.
Our team won the finals
while I watched on the side.
I ached to hit that home run;
to make that winning slide.
I would have had that flute solo
that mourned Schindler and his list.
That beautiful dance I had made,
the one thing I really hated to miss.
Who would have thought
stupidity could hurt so much,
when lost in the moment
of childish teenaged lust?
Beyond all those foolish things
there is something I never forget:
my sweet boy made from stupidity
is something that I’ll never regret.
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