Our Mistakes

Our Mistakes

A Poem by Tate Morgan

Are we but images made of God his work in labored progress Made from the dust and the sod our one sheer moment of happiness


We come to terms with our mistakes

to strive, to try, then fail, to win

Seeing what bitter food it makes

tasting the tempting fruits of sin


Looking back along the past

succeeding through our strain

Makes us value life at last

with its unending strife and pain


Who once failed, find triumph sweet

where once stumbled, cry beware

To the other unaccustomed feet

victory comes to those who dare


Are we but images made of God

his work in labored progress

Made from the dust and the sod

our one sheer moment of happiness


What strife encumbers, the soul awakes

learning the errors, of our troubled route

Through sorrows, of our sad mistakes

come truths, we could not live without


© 2021 Tate Morgan

Author's Note

Tate Morgan
We face them every day, and sleep with them every night. Our character is defined by how we deal with our mistakes! For those of us who learn best the hard way this is both bittersweet and true

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As always a lovely piece that is both thought provoking, honest, and simply beautiful. Truly I am most envious! While reading this piece with its lovely - and when speaking of your writing characteristic - lyrical nature that seems to beg one to sing it; I was moved to think of the oldest complete piece of music we have found, the Seikilos epitaph. The lyrics when translated from the original Greek read approximately (this is my own translation, so please be cautious, ha!):

While you live, shine, don't suffer anything at all; life exists only a short while and time demands its toll.

The music that accompanies it is quite beautiful I would recommend seeking it out. Back to point. I could not help but feel repeated here the theme of pain, pleasure, suffering and joy which seems to be an eternal question and inspiration to men and women throughout time. It gave me a lovely sense of belonging.

My own ramblings aside, bravo as always, and again thank you.

Posted 12 Years Ago

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The words are true in this poem. We learn by mistakes and chances took.
"Through sorrows, of our sad mistakes
come truths, we could not live without"
Thank you for the amazing poetry.

Posted 12 Years Ago

We have to rise from the ashes off our mistakes and learn not to repeat them, which i am guilty off. I have often gone through this situation many times in my life. Thanks for sharing this poem, a very good write:))

Posted 12 Years Ago

Wonderful my friend :) so good to read some of your work! A piece that appeals to all readers, we have all been faced with struggles. Fantastic!

Posted 12 Years Ago

Very awesome. Thanks for the write :)

Posted 12 Years Ago

We are all human, the only way to learn is to make mistakes. Hopefully, we don't make the same mistakes over and over again. Nice work, Tate!

Posted 12 Years Ago

A most perfectly written piece, well done, good read.

Posted 12 Years Ago

A wonderfully written poem on working through our trials. Is it not true that we must face and overcome our hurdles in order to fully enjoy the blessings that are around us? Beautifully crafted... as is your way

Posted 12 Years Ago

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Added on March 29, 2012
Last Updated on March 13, 2021
Tags: poetry, phylosophy, Life, Sad, adventure, mystery, pain, poem, romance, story, death, fantasy, fiction, heart, love


Tate Morgan
Tate Morgan

Marion , OH

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