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In days long gone when first the quill
Fearful was I to mar the virgin page,
Lest error should stain my spirit's all
But words of Wisdom did my teacher engage—
'When error comes, do not erase in shame
For mistakes, like stepping stones, 
Shall lead to mastery if thou dost not condemn.’

When errors be concealed 
'Tis like a cloth pierced with holes so none shall it defend.
So rather mark them out with purpose true,
And begin again to mend with ink anew.
Forth my teacher says—
'Let not thy errors weigh thee down with dread
For learning's a path that twists and turns.’

'Tis so with life, as book and quill,
The path we tread is filled with pratfall'
But with this my teacher stood to declare—
‘So when thy steps go astray, do not despair,
But rather view the errors as guide
For 'tis by misadventure thou shalt find
The path to wisdom thou dost seek inside.’

‘Thy life, like a book, is writ with care,  
Each word a step along thy destined way.  
And should thou seek to hide thine errors made,  
Thy character shall not be shown that day.’

Errors do not give anyone's art,
But hiding them mars one's true fate
Life is naught but pages yet to fill
But only if your mind is at still
Cast away fears, let them fly!
Courage reveals the path needs to buy 
If you open your heart and spread your wig.

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