Poems Of The Third Order

Mistakes

As I look back on my life I see a few things

In my bed I lay forever stricken

From sickness and other forms of dismal business

From games that left me bruised and broken

From loss that's left me in total sadness

From utter pain to sinful hate

From panic to torture from being led astray

And all my agony from meaningless debates

Pain from cards I've dealt myself

A pain that won't go unfelt

From my Æther going from bad to worse

I've brought myself from life to death and everything in between
I've gone from rags to riches to shoveling the mistakes I've made

And that might be a good thing

Because every mistake I've made

Will lead me to answers later

I'm not proud of the mistakes I've made

I'm just wiser from what they were