In the space between birth and life’s last breath,

One more misstep, and all regrets be met,

An awkward stage, a journey full of depth.

One more bad choice and I’ll own the whole set,

Between birth’s dawn and life’s last fading breath,

“I probably shouldn’t have done that,” I often fret.

I stand. An awkward stage, a dance with death.

“I shouldn’t have,” a phrase I won’t forget.

As my past choices haunt me, I digress.

They’ve molded me, a sculptor shaping clay.

“I need more ‘Let me think first’ in my life,” I confess,

Through them, I’ve learned and grown along the way.

To better selves we strive, in life’s grand test.

Nights awake, pondering where I went astray,

No innocence, yet every dawn’s request,

A voice whispers, “This takes more than a day.”

Mistakes, they’ve been my constant, it’s true,

I used to despise those missteps, so bold,

But they’ve shaped me, like morning’s gentle dew.

Now I see the lessons, the stories they’ve told.

None blameless, but each dawn, a chance anew,

From youth through ages, never too old

to better selves, we strive, to errors be true.

Place the fire in my bosom before my bosom grows cold.

We all bear a past, with its shadows and light,

None of us are flawless, we’re all on a quest,

With each sunrise, a new chance to be bright,

To be better each day, in this life’s endless test.

Choices that weren’t perfect, moments not quite right.

No innocence, but a chance to be our best,

Learning from our past, seeking the light.

To be better than we were, that’s our daily quest.

With every sunrise, a fresh start to seize,

In this strange stage, from birth to the last breath,

To learn from our past, to be at ease.

We grow, we stumble, and we mend, even in death.

Mistakes, they’re like my teachers, don’t you see,

I grow, I stumble, mending life’s complex path.

They’ve taught me almost all there is to be.

We stumble, we grow, and find redemption’s depth.