Lessons Learned

I get bored sometimes and I post poems. Today is one of those times. Here’s another poem I wrote:

Lessons Learned

He finds things and reshapes them
Laughs when they don’t turn out right
He escapes with a smile
Just before everything collapses
It’s a talent, not a curse.

He’ll tell you where he’s been
And outline where he’s going
He likes to reminisce and then forget
Leaving the bad memories to gather rust
It’s a talent, not a curse.

He’s prone to stops and false starts
Sometimes quitting without trying
He says he gives everything his all
But admits he could give more
It’s a talent, not a curse.

He sees what he’s done wrong
But he won’t apologize for his mistakes
He learns as he fails
And self-corrects when he tries again
It’s a talent, not a curse.

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