I am Imperfect.

 

I talk way too much,

And often too fast.

I’m sure others wonder sometimes,

How long will it last?

 

I yell at my kids.

I have laundry all over the place,

I’m a half decent cook,

But my baking, a disgrace.

 

I lose interest in things,

That don’t keep my attention.

And with my ADD as bad as it is,

It’s not even worth mentioning,

 

If you have a new haircut,

Or a book that you like,

I won’t even notice,

If you drove up the road in a car or a bike. (not exaggerating)

 

But my heart is filled with desire,

To find the good in the bad.

I can see the light in the darkness,

Even if it’s only a tad.

 

 

I won’t tell you how to fix your world,

But I’ll show what you need to see,

And when I think you’re good to go,

I’ll retreat behind the trees.

 

I am weak at times,

But I am in love with life.

I believe our strength is the most treasured gift,

From wisdom found in our strife.

 

I am Imperfect.

And so very happy to be.

Because if I had it all together.

No one would want to hang out with me.

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