The Burden of Perfection
Common wisdom states no one must take
Or receive more than can carry
Without pause or delay, a sin to tarry
For under that stay, avarice can overtake
Yet, I have carried more than my weight
Even against advice, even contrary
I forgot the limits, forgot to be wary
Forgot the honor of my namesake
Where falls your footsteps when you stumble
Which choice you choose at divergent trails
What foresight is lost when you fumble
When the burden of perfection fails
In the strength of weakness, Samson is humble
Permit the meeker grace of mortals prevails.
4/13/18
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