Yay or Nay.. May
A poem of sorts Everyone starts of as perfect The perfect smile the perfect hug The perfect manner leading to a perfect life And then somewhere down the line The perfect becomes routine And the routine becomes irritating And the irritating shows the thorns That prick more and more And the perfect that once was is lost What if we let go of perfection And start with imperfect Which if that then leads to routine Which then leads to appreciation And that appreciation makes it to indispensable Which is more than perfect So, lets change the view