Failure doesn’t mean – “You are a failure,”
It means – You have not succeeded.Failure doesn’t mean – “You accomplished nothing,”
It means – You have learned something.Failure doesn’t mean – “You have been a fool,”
It means – You had a lot of faith.Failure doesn’t mean – “You don’t have it,”
It means – You were willing to try.Failure doesn’t mean – “You are inferior,”
It means – You are not perfect.Failure doesn’t mean – “You’ve wasted your life,”
It means – You have a reason to start afresh.Failure doesn’t mean – “You should give up,”
It means – “You must try harder.Failure doesn’t mean – “You’ll never make it,”
It means – It will take a little longer.Failure doesn’t mean – “God has abandoned you,”
It means – God has a better way for you.
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A BURIAL
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Today I had a burial of my dead.
There was no shroud, no coffin, and no pall,
No prayers were uttered and no tears were shed
I only turned a picture to the wall.
A picture that had hung within my room
For years and years; a relic of my youth.
It kept the rose of love in constant bloom
To see those eyes of earnestness and truth.
At hours wherein no other dared intrude,
I had drawn comfort from its smiling grace.
Silent companion of my solitude,
My soul held sweet communion with that face.
I lived again the dream so bright, so brief,
Though wakened as we all are by some Fate;
This picture gave me infinite relief,
And did not leave me wholly desolate.
To-day I saw an item, quite by chance,
That robbed me of my pitiful poor dole:
A marriage notice fell beneath my glance,
And I became a lonely widowed soul.
With drooping eyes, and cheeks a burning flame,
I turned the picture to the blank wall’s gloom.
My very heart had died in me of shame,
If I had left it smiling in my room.
Another woman’s husband. So, my friend,
My comfort, my sole relic of the past,
I bury thee, and, lonely, seek the end.
Swift age has swept my youth from me at last.
When we two are parted
a poem by Lord Byron
When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted,
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.
The dew of the morning
Sank chill on my brow
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.
They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o’er me
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well:
Long, long shall I rue thee
Too deeply to tell.
In secret we met
In silence I grieve
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?
With silence and tears.
really great poems..
just flunked my first course in college today
despite all the efforts
hope God has a better something for me
ur second poem really made me think
of the people I love
and their meanings to me
thanks
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More on the benefits of failure at http://growingupwell.org/2010/04/08/our-friend-failure/