poemetry

2020-5-6

it’s never going to be perfect.
win the powerball & have millions,
and i’ll still burn the toast,
stub my toe,
say something stupid out loud,
watch my child in pain.
life can be more comfortable;
i can be better fed, wear nicer clothes.
that’s all.
it can never be perfect,
and where i am today is good enough:
a place to live,
plenty to eat, 
tea to drink.
where i am today is good.
my only real problem
is that i am
a human being.

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