The Chip
As imperfection fills our lives
perfection, we crave still
I think about just what it means
and how it pains our will
The quest for what does not exist
the drive to make it right
The disappointment that ensues
at how we lose the fight
The chip that flaws my favorite bowl
may bother me and yet
It simply adds to stories past
and one I won’t forget
The ding, the dent, the thread that bares
the soul that loses trust
They still have value in the love
that thrives and so we must
Consider how the chip relates
to life and love and soul
It’s just a piece of what we are
and not what makes us whole
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2022
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