The trials and errors
Far too often, most all of my days
My life it seems has been a constant maze.
I’m not always certain where, I’m to go.
I don’t want to turn back, this I know.
Life isn’t about the final destination but the journey.
The trials and errors are what make me.
Given a choice in life, we’d make one without pain.
Still, it’s hard to accept mistakes as personal gain.
The book of life should have a manual for us to read.
To tell us of curves ahead and to take heed.
But, it’s up to us to make decisions of wrong and right.
We have to learn when, to let go and when, to hold tight.
Just as a mother bird pushes her young from the nest.
We learn quickly that, life is a test.
Each day, we’re given a chance to start again.
It only matters what, you do that day, and not where you’ve been.
But, if you’re wise, you’ll pass each test you take.
Unless, you’ve learned you’ll repeat the same mistake.
Then comes the time when, your knowledge can be passed to your young
You decide when, to offer advice and when, to hold your tongue.
If only, we listened to parents and teachers and heeded their advice.
Too to bad, we have to learn the hard way to become wise.
But, it’s the bad choices I’ve made that, have made me who, I am today.
The price of wisdom is often a very costly thing to pay
chris
