A beautiful Poem to grasp Failure

I was sitting in a session with a young man, no longer a teenager, but learning among teenagers.  A student who felt education was important but lived a life that did not cradle his dreams.  A young man honest enough to say he was afraid to be a good guy because a fear of failing.  I asked him to describe what he meant.

Out came the following stream of greatness.

Failure Is When

When you're asked to 

take the clothes down from 

the clothes line the day

its gonna rain, when they

have been hanging there since

the day before and should have

been taken off that night but didn't,

and having to come back late at

night looking at the raindrops

dripping from pants you forgot

to take in.

This is not my poem but his.  It is not to be reused, republished, or shared.  It is his gift to this blog.