You struck the keys,
but did not push or pull them;
you hit the beat,
but smudged the rests between them;
you sang the strains,
but feared to lift and soar them.
What surprised me the most
was learning the lesson
you did not mean to teach:
it’s better to flub some notes,
if you play them with a passion.
Thank you for reading Life Lesson. I humbly appreciate your visiting the Book of Pain, and as always, I look forward to your comments.
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john
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Perfectly expressed and filled with wisdom!
Good heavens but you are an insightful and excellent critic!
Thank you! 😉
With horrible typos I see.
What typos? I don’t see one… 🙂 (betcha it was the house elves)