There Are

There are
Those days
when I
feel
all the aches and pains from
The usual and unusual
bumps and bangs from living.

Then there are the days I feel ashamed.

Ashamed
for words I've said
       words I didn't say
       not standing up for another
       reacting With every emotion
but without the facts.
       
And as if that were not enough shame
More is offered
for every forgotten kindness--
the essential oil
of social lubrication.