Overcoming My Mistakes
One, two, three, four,
overcoming my mistakes and more.
When I was young,
I held my tongue.
When I was in my teens,
I could not wear tight jeans.
Working left me so disappointed,
my boss the jerk seemed so disjointed.
Now I am older and I have learned,
overcoming my mistakes I need to burn.
8-26-2019
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2019
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