I haven't written for the patrons at the pub for a while, so this one is for them. Cheers!
Mistakes. Part of life,
says this foolish man
who has made plenty.
Aye, my cup is full
with remnants of memories.
Rash decisions that seemed
good at the time.
That very cup used to hold
a heart, beating wildly
with thoughts of a future
planned to perfection.
(was this the mistake?)
Listening to rules,
feeling guilty about being
so unsure...doubting everything.
Doubt lingers, the cup
spills over with present,
past and future.
Mistakes of the past
often turn into
blessings for the future.
Erroneous choices don't define
who I turned out to be.
Doubt gets redefined
to wondering
(what if?)
Mistakes I have made,
and will make again.
But I've learned to drink
from the cup
so it doesn't
overflow.