No One Is Perfect

Eludes the mortal
Shortcomings dwell
Within us all

Passions, perceptions
Cloud the quest
Words, actions
Tarnish the soul

No one is perfect
So it would seem
Until the day
You fall in love

About oldmainer

I am retired and live in southern Maine with my wife and two dogs. I started Oldmainer as an outlet for my occasional opinions and random observations, with some poetry thrown in. I welcome anyone that wants to kick back and join me here on the porch, exploring all the gifts we have been given and the memories collected. Thanks for stopping by.
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3 Responses to No One Is Perfect

  1. George says:

    Love that last verse..:)


  2. Sonya Kassam says:

    So true. Distorted perfection.


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