There’s so much in life I can’t see;
it seems as though I can’t win.
Must failure be part of my destiny;
am I finished, before I begin?
Failure is the great teacher of life;
perhaps that’s what I’m to be;
if you doubt it; ask my first wife;
she’ll tell you that failure is me.
Failure followed, like a faithful dog;
never allowing me out of his sight;
all my plans; gone on backlog;
nothing, I planned, turned out right.
Failure is the prelude to success;
we’ll never succeed, without it;
we either improve, or regress;
there’s simply no doubt about it.
We should learn from failures of brothers;
there’s just one other way to learn.
We either learn from failures of others;
or by our own failures we earn.
Nothing in this life is meant to last;
and that goes for failures too:
both success and failures; relics of past;
for it’s what we learn, you imbue.
For we shall never succeed; lest we try;
bringing up a thought all should know;
there’s never been; and you can rely:
a successful couch potato.