you can rise again- poem
his walk was clumsy,
like a squirrel with no tail,
uncountable times did he fall,
but up he rose and played on
he never cried when he fell,
though i myself felt the pain,
but with much effort he rose again
and tried to walk better this time
furniture was his savior,
he held to it for support,
yet at times twas his enemy,
hit himself against it with a thud
and finally after many months of fall and try,
he managed to walk steadily
and could even manage to run
and this time without falling
and so I was tutored by the toddler
that in life failure is often compulsory
but remaining a failure is optional
and if I keep rising every time I fall
I will soon stand tall and walk-
for the glory of life is never in not falling down
but in rising up each time I fall