“Leaving room for errors always seems wise,

Until there are mistakes sleeping on every sofa in your house.”

That’s what everyone says these days.

They think I’m too stuck in my old-fashioned ways.

The trend is to let mistakes just walk out the door,

So as to have plenty of room for more.

Or gifting them to others it’s also their aim,

They’ll do just about anything to shift the blame.

As for me, I keep my mistakes here in the house,

And visit their rooms when my memory needs a douse

Of that bitter sweet liquid called wisdom

Which is far less painful than ever repeating them.