Imperfection
There’s something to be said
for imperfection
Something to be praised
in things cracked and crazed
For there’s something unsettled
That makes me feel nettled
And something in perfection
That leaves me dismayed
Give me a nick
on the lip of my cup
Give me bird poo
on my car
Give me a rip,
a tear or a stain
I’m perfectly happy
With imperfection so far
poem by David Whalen
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