why can't life be just butterflies
why must we suffer snakes
why can't I always get things right
why must I make mistakes
the things that I will never know
would fill a ponderous book
the only lesson I have found
to take a second look
it's said the wisest carpenter
will always measure twice
then he will need to cut but once
so best take his advice
when I am so convinced I'm right
I stop to think some more
to then discover what I missed
the thing not seen before
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem