Failures

A simple poem that, I hope, can be inspiring

Failures strike at every hour
The day so sweet can be very sour
It's so bad, the failures I mean
Very bad it all does seem

It might seem that your world's destroyed
You cry and weep as if it's gonna be restored
Life has always its ups and downs
And you won't always wear the crown

Cry you may but be at peace
Failures last but soon they'll leave with a goodbye kiss
Gather yourself to walk again
Forget about the failures' den