Starting Again

There's no such thing as failure,there's just start again

And you and I shall do so my friend

What one calls a one others may call a ten

A beholder's eye on which perception depends

Dwell upon life so as to inquire

About the answers to it and the questions they sire

Just when we think we're done and retired

We've a long way to 'til we quit or we're fired

As we continue to fruitlessly pine

Knowing it's only a matter of time

Before you and I leave this world behind

By our own hand or,perhaps,by design

We try and try and fail to succeed 

As principle is often usurped by greed 

The latter perceived by some as a need

As if to prove that they're human,they must make themselves bleed

We can be in a crowd and still be alone

We can feel like a stranger,although we're at home

What we considered forbidden we now seem to condone 

We are scared little children only physically grown

We're words in a novel that has yet to be finished

We're embers in a fire yet to be extinguished

We abandon what we used to embrace

We turn our back on what and who we once faced

Except,of course,the alluded to friend

With whom we don't fail,but just start again