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The Perfect Me

   
 
 
   
“We are all apprentices    
in a craft where no one    
ever becomes a master.”
   
~Ernest Hemingway
   
    
   
    
 
I wrote the perfect poem    
Then I read my recent one    
I drew the perfect picture    
I forgot I'd drawn a better one    
     
I got the perfect marriage    
But I wondered why we fought    
Nobody is perfect they said    
Who is this "nobody"? I thought    
     
Sometimes when I tune my guitar    
Keys end up in a perfect line    
It's that moment of satisfaction    
I know I will skew it the next time    
     
In this stage, you're an actor    
I'm an audience at your play    
Who would play my role    
When I'm gone, far away  
     
That's why I write my story    
One chapter at a time    
Because my words will live    
Even after my time    
     
It may not be a masterpiece    
But it'll reflect me correctly    
As my Father created me      
By his own hands perfectly  
   
   
   
   
   
   
dejure
Written by dejure (vick)
Published
Author's Note
As a submission for the comp "Blood In The Ink Well"
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