Contrite, contained, controlled;
Now it’s too late. I’m old.
I dared not fail,
But dared to be stale.
What a sad story told.
The only real way to advance
Is to tear down those walls…take a chance.
If you fail, the worst that you’ll do
Is learn something else about you.
Whether it’s money, power or romance,
Take a look and then take a chance.
Failure, like success, has a dual rendition;
A sad subtraction or awesome addition!
Try something new that will enhance,
And feel your mind and heart dance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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