Perfect is perfect, perfect as can be
But what exactly is perfect? Is it you? Is it me?
Is it beauty? Is it grace?
Poise? Or is it the quality of a face?
Is it being proper? Or being neat?
Nice gentle kind and sweat?
Cool, calm, collected, do they help say, what perfect was yesterday, or
what it is today?
The neatness of your clothes, the softness of your hair,
The sweet aroma dancing around you in the air?
When you're perfect, can you dance around and sing?
Or do you have to be gentle and sweet about everything?
Must you always smile,
A grin that runs a mile?
Can you jump around?
Can you wear a frown?
If not, then why be that way?
Because I don't want to be perfect, if I can never play.
Poetry » Life Rated: K, English, Poetry, Words: 141, Published: 4/6/2004