To travel a road and never fail
Is to follow a lesser trail.
The real path is narrow and steep
With jagged rock and fissure deep.
Passage gained is passage earned,
Bought with failure and now learned.
But to fail and not learn
Or fail with no concern
Is to spurn a chance to know
Which direction now is so.
Oh, to find the way unveiled
After having failed
Is to sip the sweetest wine.
The fork in the road is now thine!
The gift of failure is dear indeed,
For in each it sparks the need
To think and labor and then know
That from failure success can grow.
For the greatest gain from a loss
Involved a man and his cross.
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