Poem

Make, by MwsR

In making something, using all you are suppose to and mixing it well
Not sure though, if it is heaven or if it is hell.
Traces left behind that will never be used or dissipate,
That is the way it goes through when something is made.
Sometimes no matter how well we follow the directions or read ahead,
The remnants of life/will still stay in our heads.

With ingredients, we choose everything well and as we should,
But life has a way of changing things around.
It surprisingly can come out like nothing we had thought,
Looking different whether we like it or not.

You can proceed with satisfaction
If you don’t expect a perfect situation.
We can choose to learn by it somehow
Or crumble in the process. Wow.