Mastery

 

I trip, I fall, I get up again,

I trip, get up and fall;

I trip, get up and start to walk,

I trip, get up and fall.

 

I get up and I start to walk again,

I trip fall down and cry;

I get up, walk and trip again,

I really don’t know why.

 

Maybe I can walk like this,

or maybe something like that.

I trip, I fall, get up and walk,

maybe its something like that.

 

I walk and walk and trip again,

I walk and walk and walk;

I trip, I fall and get up again;

I walk and walk and walk.

 

I hear in the distance: “Walk like this.

Walk, beware, look out”.

I walk, I trip and fall again,

I walk, I’m aware, and look out.

 

I walk and walk and walk and walk,

I walk and walk and walk.

I walk and walk and walk and walk,

and walk and walk and walk.

 

My friend next to me, walks and trips,

I say, “Walk, beware, look out.

Walk like this, walk like that,

Walk, be aware, Look out.”

 

Such is the same with the walk of life,

remember as we stumble down our path:

It’s not how hard we fall while gaining mastery,

it’s how gracefully we roll back.

 

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