Nobody's Perfect

Nobody’s Perfect


Nobody’s perfect, strive though we may, seeing our faults day by day.
Perfection a goal that looms ahead, spurring us on until we are dead.
As children, trying to get it just right, giving our all, with all our might.
Now you are grown, some call old, still not perfect, is what we are told.
Nobody’s perfect we say in defense, so why do I struggle to find sense?
If nobody’s perfect, can sense be made, out of days gone by, left to fade?
It’s the pursuit that matters for me, not some image that others see.
I can be perfect, true to my heart, end up where I aimed from the start.
You say nobody’s perfect, why even try, you’ve given up, ready to die.
I choose to live, perfect or not, reach for the goal, and give all I’ve got.
Nobody’s perfect, not you or me, just give your best, let’s wait and see.
The last page turned, story all told, will it even matter when dead and cold.