Mr. H

The old school purged my favorite teacher
From our reunion's memory book;
Gone, as if he never existed.
A former student reported the man's
Unconscionable act
Long after the fact,
And today, postmortem, he is punished.
A few of my classmates assaulted me
Back in our day;
I fended them off with a wave and a threat.
Sometimes in retrospect I think
Their seductions should have flattered me,
As I was an ungainly, dorkish b**b,
But though teenage lusts may be forgiven,
Not so the advances of "dirty old pervs."
He crawled through an undergrad's window, it's said,
Under cover of lights-out, beddy-bye night;
What he did next, I can only wonder.
Should furtive folly obliterate
A lifelong career, mostly beneficial?
Should I in turn seek retribution
From Donny and Sonny, disrupt their lives,
Throw their families--two generations of children,
Plus wives and aunts and uncles and cousins--
Into scandalous chaos, over a grope, a poke,
An appeal for a puckery kiss?
Such sins lie lightly on my conscience;
I doubt they recall their transgressions now.

Let the victims weep, for so do I.