My mistakes are coffee stains on the carpet of life,
Each marking the times I fumbled or tripped,
They fade over time despite all of the strife,
Or I’ll scrub them out, while my coffee I sip.
Scrubbing a carpet, coffee in hand, a risky chore,
Seems the lesson of mistakes you may not explore.
But brown carpets, they’re a clever choice,
Blending life’s spills, leaving no noise.
(I don’t have imagination so this is gtp)
spoiler
I don’t think it worked but I was just going to say that sipping a carpet while scrubbing a floor seems like a bad choice, but brown carpets are nice so it doesn’t matter
My mistakes are coffee stains on the carpet of life,
Each marking the times I fumbled or tripped,
They fade over time despite all of the strife,
Or I’ll scrub them out, while my coffee I sip.
Scrubbing a carpet, coffee in hand, a risky chore, Seems the lesson of mistakes you may not explore. But brown carpets, they’re a clever choice, Blending life’s spills, leaving no noise.
(I don’t have imagination so this is gtp)
spoiler
I don’t think it worked but I was just going to say that sipping a carpet while scrubbing a floor seems like a bad choice, but brown carpets are nice so it doesn’t matter