I am quite good at failure.
I’ve done it many times.
The things I’ve tried have often died
And crushed some dream of mine.
But still I keep on going,
Come failure as it may,
For I have found, while digging ’round,
Some gold along the way.
So I am not complaining,
As some may well suppose.
For what’s the thorn of failure’s scorn
When one may have the rose?
I fail, but I’m no failure,
For I am gaining still.
The failure’s he who is not free
To risk another spill.
I hope you’ll take this lesson
And learn from your mistakes,
For there’s just not a dumber plot
Than mindless trying makes.
My thanks to my wife, Kay, for her help with the difficult fourth line of this poem.
