Oh, the mistakes I've made.

Why I never made the grade.

Got the girl, or job I want.

Put me in this awful spot.


Why, only last week, a time or two, mistakes cost me time and money, and maybe even a friend, too.

That equipment is now quite shot, got my stomach in a knot.

Seems every time I open my trap, ill-phrased words pop out; What I thought was just a joke, gave somebody near and dear, a stroke.


Progress and character, it's safe to say, are not made in a day.

It's the opportunities in the mistakes we make that take us on our way.

But for someone's mistake, you wouldn't even be here to take the time to ponder this question with me.


Would you?


Copyright 1998 © Ronald W. Hull



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