Why is it that they say nothing can be perfect
Is it because they themselves are not perfect
Or maybe thier lives are not perfect
If nothing is perfect then does perfect exist.
For those who look at the glass half full
Everyday is perfect as long as they are alive
As long as they are with the ones they love
Everything is perfect.
For those who view the glass half empty
Never will anything be perfect
Their lives, their love ones, their jobs
Will always lack perfection.
My life is perfect
Loving family, loving fiance, and beautiful kids
I couldn't ask for nothing better
When I am with them my life is perfect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem