My Mistakes...

Mistakes, ever-repeating, I make again and again,
And little do I suspect they will hide in night or rain;

They count, add, sum and pile,
When was I right? I know not, it has been a while;

A cool winter wind has come ashore,
I hope it blows away my worry chores;

All is well, they say, when the apple is in,
Where that apple, of my life has been?

Let me put all my good deeds in vain,
Oh! there, I made a mistake again...

Never Lose Hope...

What art thou if not thou dream,
Dark is the terra if not thou the light beam;

Stray not from the path ahead,
Let stones, rocks, make thy bed;

Many a hardships, on you, will take toll,
Hold it not, let roll the ball;

Giveth you, when God a reason, you ran,
Hold ground, steadfast, 'coz this will make you man...