I would do it all again
This trial-and-error slipping of the feet
Is not in vain
Even the errors we repeat
Do not spell failure
If it simply means we tried again…
In spring wildly we cling
To summer’s luring dream
In summer, softly we begin
To hear autumn’s requiem
In autumn, oh tis then we know
How swift life’s years slip past
And in the winter-fire glow
We hold its memory fast
© Janet Martin
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