The bowels of night give day
Deep darkness breeds noonday light
Failure helps to point the way.
Pressed for answers, what can we say
Even when there's no black or white
The bowels of night give day.
Life is lived from day to day
Experiencing failure brings no delight
But failure helps to point the way.
As rains in April give us May
And drabness turns to bright
The bowels of night give day.
Past experience comes into play
When changing wrong to right
Failure helps to point the way.
With fewer choices on display
If hope burns bright
The bowels of night give day
Failure helps to point the way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
failure should and does point the way. Our leaders tend to ignore those lessons