Only those who've made mistakes,
Seem to know more what it takes...
To live life and comprehend,
A having of patience benefits them.
Only those who've sacrificed,
Seem to know more what it's like...
To be disciplined within,
With a letting go of what offends.
And a precious beauty,
Is noticed with a closeness that begins.
This fresh kept beauty,
Connects with a budding that doesn't end...
What life means when it's seen to love!
Only those who've made mistakes,
Seem to know more what it takes...
To live life and comprehend,
A having of patience benefits them.
And...
A precious beauty,
Is noticed with a closeness that begins.
So fresh is this kept beauty,
Connecting with a budding...
That doesn't end,
What life means when it's seen to love!
Feeding conflicts with a selfishness,
Affects us all.
To make less sense when witnessed,
Just to...
Have someone else fall.
Wishing someone fails,
Only brings to us a grief...
When it's recognized a forest,
Would not exist without its different trees.
And...
A precious beauty,
Is noticed with a closeness that begins.
So fresh is this kept beauty,
Connecting with a budding...
That doesn't end,
What life means when it's seen to love!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Has been a while since I have read your work and it is always a pleasure to return. I love the flow of this and the universal subject matter. Would love to hear it spoken and performed.