Nature of Mistakes
Why are they there?
Why must mistakes be?
Since there naturally here,
Why do they happen to me?
When life's going good,
and everything's fine.
There has to be something bad,
waiting in line.
Life's going better than usual,
you're living without a frown.
That mistake comes in,
and shoots you right down.
Mistakes are never good,
but a life lesson is learned.
Meanwhile life may be different,
with the consequences earned
Copyright © Travis Houser | Year Posted 2006
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