When it comes to mistakes I have to admit I‘ve made a few...thousand.
Thankfully all or most of my mistakes have never been physically counted.
However many have been lumped together, ridiculed, and put on exhibition,
Mostly before company and always for the grand purpose of contrition.
It wasn't, in fact, until I reached mistake number six hundred and ninety-six,
That I realized my panache for making mistakes may never ever get fixed.
Now, some of you may be saying why didn't she realize all this way before
Like somewhere around mistake number five hundred and eighty-four?
And to you I say, ‘hindsight is twenty-twenty' and I try to never look back,
I always look forward and never dwell out of fear of confronting what I lack.
"Judge not least ye be judged" and "let he without sin cast the first stone"
Preferably from as far away as possible and when I am not around at home.
And for those others who just like me are rounding mistake number three thousand and five.
I say lift up your head and walk with pride because frankly it's a marvel you're still alive!
(C) 2014 copyright Elena Plotkin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yep think we've all been here. A brilliantly written poem dear Elena.