The Imperfect Man Poem by hale shine

I am short and average looking
My eyes squint, vision is dull
I have dry skin which creases with age
My hair which grows slanted like a roof

I am a failure again and again
My vitality is moderate at best most days
I have many a grand idea
but not many great doings

I wake up late and drool in bed
I have poor eating habits
I don't feel hungry at the best of times
I sleep poorly

I ruminate too much
I am not great at loving myself or another
I cry a cry without tears
I think melancholy is the happiness of being sad.

I am the imperfect man
You, Me, Him, Her.