Treasure Island

LaSoaphia QuXazs

(1934 / Budapest, Hungary, living in the USA)

Mistakes.


There are no mistakes, only experiences
From all mistake someone has to learn to progress.
There are many teachings what is kindness or bad,
If one still follows his/her feelings, eventually will get it back.

This is the law, built into all humanity
Sooner or later they catch the bad doer without pity.
So, think it over what you do, goodness or maliciousness,
Without blame of others, anger, hatred or self righteousness.

However, if you are kind, from the heart, understanding & loving,
You'll get that back manifold as you are deserving.
So, think over your deeds before you step forward,
The law of life is built in, you cannot disregard.

Submitted: Monday, October 21, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 22, 2013

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