If I knew what I should have done to do,
To know the outcome...
Then the doing done I did,
Without knowing the outcome of it...
Would have kept the experience,
Of hearing others say who sit to do nothing...
What they would have done to do better.
In a doing of it another way.
And I listen to learn.
With it understood to comprehend....
I am taking the opportunity,
To be criticized for mistakes and chances...
I am not afraid to make Or admit.
With a patience I quickly tolerate that's given.
And I am asked quite often as if it's a mystery,
From where do I get my insights?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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