LEARN FROM YOUR MISTAKES

While jogging I tripped over lace
Next time tied my shoes with grace

I sang out of tune at the dinner
Practice well almost made me a crooner

I fell when somebody pulled the chair away
Brushed my right hand to my Utter dismay

It was my turn I said
Tit for tat

And hurt to my content
The guilty brat

In the run with
Trail and error

I have grown to be
A lot wiser