The Myth Of Perfection Poem by Nerissa Morton

There's no such thing as a 'final copy';
A 'good copy'
For there's always room for improvement
Just like in people

Every piece of art, literature, can be improved upon
Every person can grow to be better,
Even the most giving

How can anyone say, 'This is my good copy';
'This person is perfect'
Person or creation,
It's time to face the facts

This world,
Everything in it and surrounding it,
Is imperfect
Every person
Every poem or painting
No matter how much you edit something, or someone
Someone will always be dissatisfied
Imperfection is a reality
Perfection is a myth

There is no good copy,
Just a whole lot of drafts