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Mistakes Will Be Made
- Chadwick Ahn
- Jan 11, 2018
- 1 min read
The tea was still hot
when the lecture was done
I listened to the words
but understood none
Was it adolescence that distracted me
or the heat from the fire?
Perhaps it was the temperament—the language
or my plain lack of desire
With the tea finished, I left
It was my life, not theirs
Decisions, I will make
and should I fail, who cares?
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