My life is not an exercise,
Kept to practice and rehearse.
With a wish my performance,
Finds someone to believe it perfect.
I am the first to admit,
Blemishes and flaws I have exist.
And mistakes I've made are mine to make.
To learn and from them grow each day,
With accepting life to live as is.
To realize there's much about life that appears,
I have yet to experience or will i pretend...
I was born with the expertise to know!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yes we are Icon to make the mistakes and it is ours..and its truth can't be denied thank you