Mistaken I am not

Count the mistakes
One
Two
Three
I do not have enough fingers
Nor toes
To count all my mistakes
Few are regrettable
Mistakes are how you learn and grow
So embrace them I do
Learn from them I shall
Never
Never ever
Will the regrets pass these lips
For though a lesson in life
When faced with my own idiocy
It is better to forget
Mistakes though
That is life
Throwing you a curve ball
Which leads to a choice:
Catch it or move out of the way.
Always catch
That is my motto
Even if my fingers sting
And tears gather in my eyes
Moving out of the way
That is no longer an option
Mistakes
Sometimes funny
Sometimes sad
Most times fixable
When not
Rumination is deep
Pondering how to learn
Even as my face burns
From embarrassment
No longer am I utterly shamed
By the mistakes I have made
Let’s face it
I’m only 47
There will be a lot more
And when they come
I will grow and learn
For I really enjoy
The person I am becoming.

© Nov. 12/19
Picture is my own