I done goofed and made a mistake
when I failed to wash my hands at the place
that I work, and a customer saw me place
a pork tenderloin in the fryer naked.
I done goofed when I made the choice
to lose my mind and forget my words
and chose instead to let the pills in
and let them make all the decisions.
I done got it wrong indeed
and I think you deserve an apology
because, in the end, it was an honest mistake
sometimes, it seems, I just don't think.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Especially when we are in a hurry and or anxious to move on. Not the end of the world but a learning experience. We will never be perfect but we can mitigate errors with a bit of extra patience and thought.