Mistake

That day I wrote a poem about the old man, I thought he was old and really old, As I saw his stature in that fashion, I began to depict his drooping figure and wizened face in a perfect manner, This way I went on in an easy motion. When I completed it, I found that I had written only his negative attitudes. "Is this everything about the man? "I asked myself, "Certainly not, "I got the answer from my inner sense, Indeed I failed to portray his great spirit and energy even in that old age, In my apparent and hasty judgement, I could not see the man's sparkling wit and great insight, It was my mistake, gross mistake, I felt ashamed of it and deleted the poem.