adventures in dysthymia

Monday, December 07, 2015

Mistakes, a poem

Mistakes

Trying to avoid
the mistakes of the past
we make the mistakes
of the present.

No worse are they than those
of our fathers, no more
foolish. To err remains
exceedingly human.

Blunder on, muddle
through; our children know
that they will do far better
when their turn comes.

Stephen Brooke ©2015

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