Mistakes

Mistakes are but the acts,
That hurt inside.
Some things you didn't mean,
And wish to hide.

They are not to your liking,
They press like a load.
They are as boulders protruding,
Down a rough road.

They bear on your mind,
And act on your feel.
They are wrong decisions,
And they stand out as real.

They are a set-back,
They rise like a ghost.
They're a hindrance...a clogging,
In reaching foremost.

They bear you in sorrow,
And come to the top.
They reach out to darken,
And make your head drop.


E.P. 1908 - 1989