Repetition
If we learned from our mistakes,
We’d be so much better.
Somehow past advice is rarely
Followed to the letter.
Being burned should make us fear
Proximity to fire;
Yet we still delude ourselves
And let that dread expire.
Wisdom is a tricky thing;
It comes at great expense.
Repeating blunders from the past
Just doesn’t make much sense.
Eventually we’ll understand
And then internalize
That folly’s repetition
Steals the key to getting wise.
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