Imperfection is the way
describes what is life each day.
Its true meaning is comprehend fully
after everything fell apart painfully.
Having failed truly we can say
'existence gives no perfect day',
proves mistakes come our way.
Imperfection is an infinite thing,
sorrows and pain it does bring.
Its essence is misunderstand,
as something we can't withstand.
If each individual aspires for perfection,
thinking positive may hold as consolation;
and believing there's always a solution.
Perfection seems inconceivable
but practice makes it achievable.
Those who act optimistic
and refrain being pessimistic,
only then perfection becomes real
and honest work inspires a better deal
by accepting criticism as a goodwill.
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