The Doing Of This Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

The second a thing is done,
To be regretted by anyone...
With years to sit and marinate,
Does not with time to find an ease...
In one's mind to come when it pleases,
To erase what's done as if nothing took place.
Since to reminisce it seems to visit,
Whenever the doing of this is uninvited.

The second a thing is done,
To be regretted by anyone...
Has a guarantee to be remembered,
In a mind of someone wishing...
They had found a better use of their time.
Since to reminisce it seems to visit,
Whenever the doing of this comes uninvited.
With a sitting to stay until it dismisses itself.