Treasure Island

RIC S. BASTASA


Do you remember failures?


Are you asking me? Yes, I remember my failures
Lots and lots of failures in my life,
I look back again and remember these failures
And my God, how deeply was I hurt,
I cried on some of them,
When friends left when love was lost
When relatives did not give support
When I was all alone

When I finally rise again
And recovered from the past, when I learned
And met success again

When I have become stronger
Rising from every fall, recovering from every failure

I always remember them with fondness
The hurts diminishing, the blames now faint

As the new sound of success reverberates
Claiming new friendships and new approaches

And the comfort that life is like that
Success and failure? A seesaw that we really have to play.

Submitted: Sunday, April 20, 2008
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