Meditations of Our Mistakes

jwhhobbs22
Jan 10, 2025
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A man can change from what he is judged to be

the mixture of his own failings and enemy rumour.

In the sun of our resolutions

Skin prickled by our mistakes

Over months and years of stumbling

We wake to see what struggles made us become.

A poem written while reading Musashi, by Eiji Yoshikawa.

J.W.H. Hobbs.

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