I ain`t gonna fear mistakes;
Life`s so gray without them.
Each of them is a beam!
And the bunch makes a life;
May be like a stream of strife!
But life`s just full of mistakes.
What if they don`t preach to me?
And I drink the bottle like booze?
No matter they drop by me
With no hints and clever clues.
Each of them is a wild fellow!
Rants a rant that`s never mellow.
No remorse no pain;
No fear of being profane.
No heart to hush them up;
Love the cliff and climb it up.
I love the free rein
As what`s to happen will happen.
You may love; you may hate.
It`s up to you as you rate.
If you`re a moralist
You`ll just give up on me.
But if you`re a fatalist,
You may guess why I am me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Without the making of mistakes in life there could be no forgiveness nor no lessons learned. Wonderful write!