David Harris (18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)
Poems by David Harris : 1059 / 2821
Failure And Success
Failure is the penalty,
for continually getting things wrong.
Success on the other hand is the award,
for getting things continually right.
Failure puts you down in despair.
Success sends you soaring among the clouds.
Therefore, I look at myself and wonder,
am I a success or failure.
Then maybe I am a bit of both.
Whichever way the hammer falls
only you can decide.
David Harris
Submitted: Monday, October 22, 2007
Edited: Wednesday, July 06, 2011
Poems by David Harris : 1059 / 2821
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I think I can answer that question and it doesn't begin with 'f'. Howver... this sort of self-assessment, whilst irresistable to all (which makes the poem one to which your reader can SO relate) is bound to lead to self-recrimination. I know that for me, I am constantly thinking that I am failing. Sometimes it takes years to realise that what felt like a failure at the time in fact contributed to a pretty damned good present, and perhaps, was necessary if unpleasant. And people are not, in themselves, failures, don't you think? Only intentions/actions fail. People are just, generally, rather wonderful inventions, methinks! t x
Only we can be the judge of our lifes, for success or failure who cares has long as we tried...10
Life always has its ups and downs David, no one is perfect all the time. It is how you calculate success, it can be to do with such a tiny thing, or something huge. Failure is not always our fault, but we do learn from our mistakes, or I hope we do. The gap seems enormous between the two, but I reckon you are pretty balanced right in the middle. Can't go wrong with that.
Great write.
Love and hugs Ernestine XXX