White as a red rose,
Blossomed, it rose and rose,
To decompose yourself, for another self to grow,
We all came from the same place,
Be proud we already won the race,
Now to live life, and come face to face with our own mistakes.
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Author:
calbreezy (
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- Comment from author about the poem: We must not dwell on our mistakes, just live through them and learn, regardless of our ages we all have time to shine,
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
yes own up, man up is how we learn and grow. good words here!
Great write
Our mistakes become part of our learning and end up as experience.
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