Many mistakes are made
Without their presence
We could not celebrate
Nor make music serenade
To cherish good times
Bad times must be
Otherwise we could not see
In likeness to a blackboard
With which we use our chalk
Erasing and starting over
It's no crime to balk
How many artists have painted
Where exists an image below
Still the masterpiece is seen
From where it came to grow
No one wants to falter
Mistakes are inspiration
Without them
There is no motive for creation
Those who have a vision
Proceed forward without question
Pursuing their beliefs
As though their own possession
Stumbling along the way
Still the driving force
Pursuing what we believe in
Until the final course
It's better to make your own mistakes
Than not to try at all
Succumbing to cessation
Can be the worst of all
~Moses~
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