The things in my left pocket are scattered and few:
Tissues for wiping a tear or two,
A note to remind me of some mistake,
A tourniquet for when I break.
At the bottom is where you'll find
The bit of dignity that I resigned,
All tied up with a silver hair.

Sometimes we make mistakes....sometimes we fail the test. Some of our mistakes are pretty small. Some of them are really big.

Sometimes, when we make mistakes, we get more than a little upset, and we start worrying about what we're going to do. We almost work ourselves up to a panic.We bite our lips, we fret and worry and frown.