Errors

I made mistakes today, in two’s

I made them in my walking shoes.

Though imperfection isn’t news,

Tonight, atonement is my muse.

So I admit to being a fool

To being wrong by my own rule

Errors, the search for wisdom fuel,

And I was not, on purpose, cruel.

So, I see flaws, to my own sorrow;

I won’t make those mistakes tomorrow.

I’m sure I’ll make their foolish brothers!

Just like my neighbors, friends and others.