Mary Swingler Poet Rhyme

My Journey

I am often called a perfectionist,
I expect correctness in all I do,
High standards make me a precisionist,
This assessment is exact, fair, and true:
I will accept only the very best,
I am a stickler for accuracy,
Some will insist this is a futile quest,
Some will declare this is a fallacy:
We’re imperfect humans--- we’ll always fail,
You’re expecting way too much from us,
You set an impossible scale, they wail,
Your expectations are ridiculous:
Your protests and complaints are all for nought,
It is MY PERFECTIONISM that is sought.




"Perfection is not obtainable, but if we chase perfection, we can catch excellence."
These words of Vince Lombard inspire me and they accurately reflect the sentiments in my heart.

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John Fleming November 26, 2015 at 2:39 PM I like your outlook, madam - It is most commendable! My best regards! :-) john John Fleming November 27, 2015 at 5:58 AM I am staggered by the generosity of your most gracious comments! Allow me to say...I am most pleased to make your acquaintance, Mary. Proud I am sure - My very best regards! :) john Mary Swingler November 26, 2015 at 4:41 PM I am in the presence of greatness. I am awed that you would take the time to read and comment on my poetry. I wanted to know you better, before I replied to your comment. You are, without a doubt, the language connoisseur. You are adept in your knowledge and application of all poetic devices.