I Carry With Me, Mistakes
In my life I carry with me my mistakes..
On a tough road I have learned there are
no second takes..
I have picked up mistakes like a snow ball
rolling down a hill..
Admiting I was wrong or and being sorry
was a tough swallow of that pill..
Like a broom I tried to sweep away the past..
But was always amazed how it resurfaced so fast..
But I can't get cocky while the sun follows my way..
One wrong turn and that snowball will make it grey..
"I carry with me" contest
Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2011
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