Perfection
....life is never pure
I strive to be spotless, pristine and pure,
A sight to see, of that I am sure,
All my deeds and actions need to be exact,
No errors or flaws, or lapses in tact.
I work tirelessly to always be neat,
And my space is always so tidy and sweet,
My clothes are pressed and my shoes are clean,
I leave no room for chaos or scene.
But try as I might, I fail to see,
That perfection is seldom possible for me,
Mistakes happen, and life is never pure,
And it's ok to let go and enjoy a little unsure.
So I'll lighten up, let go of the fuss,
As perfection is a fleeting status,
And in the end, it's kindness that counts,
Above all else, let our hearts amount.
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