Less than perfect;
that I am.
And I would guess
so are you.
Please don’t worry about
the imperfect me and you
for it gives us all
something tomorrow
to live for.
Less than perfect;
certainly I am,
and all you need do
is shadow me
for just one day to see
my bumbles,
and stumbles, and
otherwise unflattering falls,
separating me
from the angels
about which
I so often dream.
Less than perfect,
I shall always be,
for I know not how
to perfect be.
That fact alone
does guarantee me
a starting role
in the next life
where once again
imperfect I shall be.
Poetic Alchemist 
The striving for perfection is a noble yet, futile one. The Universe demands imperfections for it’s very existence requires it to be so. Your words are imperfect and beautiful.
Thanks Andrew. You are too kind.
Well, neither of us are perfect, but the poem is. 🙂
Thanks Amias, Floots, Kathleen, Dan, Nasra, and Polona. Your comments are very much appreciated.
Imperfectly yours,
Don
imperfections are what makes us unique… love this one!
wow this is so lovely
Of course, Kathleen has already said just what I was going to say…
Perfect, Don… just perfect….
🙂 Hope you are well…
we are all imperfect
and
as we age
the imperfections seem to multiply 🙂
cheers
As I see it, imprefections are relative to the individual — and I think inprefections are so very beautiful in all the kingdoms here on planet earth … I enjoyed this.