Difficulty of Failure (Poem)

One time as a child,

A cleaner came to our home.

As I put my head in bed to rest,

She came to my room,

Needed to change her clothes

After her hard day's work.

She told me:

"Don't look at me while I undress",

And me, who never knew nudity,

Promised I won't.

As she changed her clothes,

I put my head inside the pillow,

Knowing that, if I put it out of it,

I will break my promise,

And thus, will fail.

I wondered, back then, how women look,

But the need to be fair,

At least in the eyes of myself,

Were stronger,

Than the need for immoral knowledge.

As she told me that she finished changing,

It was the day that I knew,

That I am strong enough,

To trust myself;

To trust me and my word.

If I broke this promise to this anonymous woman,

Then my word will be a failure,

And failure, I refuse to reach,

For failure, is a great difficulty,

For those who see themselves,

As greater than their temptations.

When you say a word, make sure that you can keep it up,

Or else you will not succeed,

In the quest for being honest,

And for being seen, by others, as honest.

Now, although ascetic, I know how nudity look,

And I have no regret,

For keeping my word,

As a child that wanted,

To be good, to be okay.