Perfect - Poem by LaTisha Parkinson
I don't strive to be perfect
because I realized that no matter what I do
there's always something that I overlooked that makes me not;
Of course that doesn't mean I still don't try.
As for the things I do,
if it's not the best
then what's the point?
Good is never good enough.
Great is barely good enough
but excellent is exactly what you want.
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