Mistakes
We all make mistakes.
How we embrace them defines
the “who and what” that makes
the web of tangled vines
of our psyche.
We are so fortunate
to have a friend who will tell
that we have as of late
been under our own spell
of self advice.
It’s a known postulate
that advice we think best,
considering our own fate,
is out shined, put to the test
of our waiting.
Accept considerations
offered from experience,
concerning applications
tendered to resilience
of our being.
© Oct 25 2010 Charles Henderson
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