MOVE ON

Dwelling on mistakes 

Is like cursing the earthquake

That toppled your house of cards

Instead of taking time to remake

The design so that next time

It will stand, but no

I'd rather sit around and complain

Crying and whining 

"Why didn't I do it this way?

It's too late, but in my mourning

And my resulting haste

I build the next one just the same

And then never fail to be surprised

When I'm returned to crying

Because another earthquake 

Has laid bare all my mistakes