Perfection Poem by Jim Yerman

We are taught from an early age perfection is something we need to strive for
It begins with that big smiley face when we get that perfect score.

It’s so ingrained in us as we grow up that before our youth is through
We want to look and act and be perfect in everything we do.

We soon find out our perception of perfection as we make our daily climb
Changes, as it is impossible to be perfect all the time.

Ask a roomful of people to describe their perfect day...you’ll find out it depends
As you receive a myriad of answers before the evening ends.

Why is this? Because we tend to get a little wiser as we get a little older
We understand perfection...like love...is in the eye of the beholder.

When we discard our initial ideas of perfection we become liberated and free
To find moments of perfection in the imperfections that we see.

A perfect day, a perfect evening is no longer an unattainable myth
Sometimes it just depends on who you’re sitting with.

A perfect meal, a perfect party, all take on a different view
What often makes them perfect are the people next to you.

And this is as it should be for we all deserve to experience the affection
Of discovering that our lives have countless moments of perfection.

How long would we have to wait before our last hurrahs
If we chose to see as perfect only moments without flaws.

No, it seems to me it’s imperfect vision that allows us unabashedly
To view the world around us and see things perfectly.

Take this rhyme as further proof...for wouldn’t it be absurd
If I waited for that perfect poem...I’d never write a word.

So here’s a thought to end this verse, I hope you get behind it
If you go out looking for perfection today...I have no doubt you’re going to find it.