Mistake Maker Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I'd be more inclined,
With patience to listen...
To a recovering mistake maker,
Admitting the experience.
Than I would be,
Hearing judgements...
Of others made,
Coming from one...
Who has not spent time done,
Attempting to escape...
From pretensions to enjoy.
Created and stayed in them,
To marinate.

The best advice I have received
Had come from the ones,
Awakening to leave behind...
Self deception.
And the affect that has,
On insecure mentalities.

Although difficult it is,
To succeed and defeat...
Those loving their dirt.
And mud slinging ways.
One who has graduated...
From those mistake making days,
Can be grateful to know...
Trenches to dig,
With the love to throw mud...
Delights pigs.
And awakening to notice this,
Is a blessing.

Getting out of pit...
To keep from being the next,
Picked to be roasted...
Is one who has come,
To acknowledge it done...
The detriment,
Of one's own ignorance.