Sorry, Folks Poem by Claude H Oliver II

There was no perfect human being
No one who did it all ever lived
No one free from transgression
No one free from blemish or stain
No perfect man – no perfect woman
No such creature walked this earth
No perfection from imperfection came
No perfect love
No perfect hate
No perfect kindness or generosity
No perfect tolerance
No perfect acceptance
No weakness or vulnerability

What’s left is imperfection
In glorious and wondrous abundance
A challenge daily faced
Not by perfect beings
But finite imperfect ones
Miracles performed by less than perfect
Achieved through confronting imperfection
Examples for future generations of imperfection.