It’s err to be human,
And it’s err that runs amok
Our imagination toward the worst
Of thoughts, the rancor of regrets,
Not being involved
In the everyday
Human
Errs we forget
to celebrate.

Give a man choices
on what good things to do,
And perhaps he’ll forget
The worst
And laugh at the absurdities
How insignificant the hurt...

The best parts
Are those who choose
To stay and love you,
Even when we err to forget
To celebrate

The fool
That is loved is you...