No Paragons of Perfection
We were born to be real, not to be perfect
Only one Child was given life, innocent at birth
Everyone else was born with a flaw, or a defect
and walks upon this planet called, Mother Earth
If any of us continually strive for perfection,
we face a destiny to live quite disappointed
and foolishly heading in the wrong direction.
Humans are not born as one of the anointed.
So don't be a pragmatist or even a worrywart
Being an overachiever will cause you heartache
Enjoy days of leisure and don't give it a thought
that being a paragon offers a means of escape.
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Copyright © Jenna Logan | Year Posted 2021
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