Chapter 18

I'm Perfect

Upon each other
We can heap lots of praise
That gets us very little
As we negotiate life's maze

We can try really hard
To stay ahead of life's game
We can point a finger to blame
Or to each other say a vile name

It is all more of the same
That buys us nothing but hurt
As angry words to each other
That we may often blurt

Existence becomes a battle
Each day a brutal slog
Our minds can clog
Each day turns into a fog

I may not know everything
But one thing I can predict
I know I'll never be able to say
I'm perfect

Nobody