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