Repitition, My Boy

When I think “next time I’ll” And realize there will not be a next time, A pressure pain twists my head a notch. A mistake unfulfilled by repetitious learning. A twinge says: if there is a next time, You will err next time. And if you err next time, And you happen along the same path again, Under mostly the same circumstances, Ah, Then, My Boy, Then you will learn for good. He continues: But that’s the small lesson, And so see it now. Perhaps you repeat the mistake. Now Think of the larger fracture The event that lent your mistake. Can you spot the break? Point it on the print-out. Were it an x-ray, Would you worry malpractice? You may get a call six-months time: Misdiagnosis; there was no break. Take off the smelly, itchy cast. Hit the showers. Soapy clean. But in the amnesia, Recall your other half. Admit to guesswork. Think how seldom you trust speculation. You The rational one My Boy Stroked it off easily this time.