Perfection Poem by James Mazalic

Perfection

Nobody's perfect
that's what they say
but what are the standards
they change every day

The full bodied women
of old yesteryear
favorites to gaze on
while having a beer.

What is perfection
what does that mean
our taste are all different
and change in between

Is it bad judgment
or stupid mistakes
that makes us imperfect
is that what it takes?

We all make mistakes
that's certainly true
aren't we then perfect
both me and you.

Collect all your foibles
self loathing and shame
accept them as part of
perfection reclaimed.