In the past few nights my mistakes haunt me.
They give me disturbance and I can’t sleep
But they’ve given up because now they know
That they can’t fill my life of such woes.
For in every time they try to haunt me
Improvement comes and it makes me stronger.
I’m not bound to the mistakes of the past
But I’m free to do greater things in the future.
Everyday I’ll always be a better person.
I improve… I improve… I improve…
(dedicated to my God, family, and nation)
Copyright © 2009 by Obed Dela Cruz
(December 19,2009; Marikina City)
(The rights and ownership of the poem belongs to its author. To use it in a proper manner, please email the author at princeobed_dc@yahoo.com)
Moving on for doing good is always better for self growth. Nice and meaningful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To grow is to improve...well done.