Imperfect

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Why do you look up to me?

I’m no better than you

You do things just as well you see

You work just as hard

You run just as fast

You try your best with every task

Sometimes you win

Sometimes I win too

Other times I come close

Who am I?

I am imperfect, that’s who

My smile is wide

Your smile is bright

Your eyes shine through like sunlight

Your nose is straight

Mine is not

Who am I?

I’m imperfect that’s who

We talk, we read, we right, we play

We take time out for each other every day

You put me on a pedestal

There is no reason for you too

Who am I?

I’m imperfect, that’s who?

Each day I hope for a better tomorrow

Each night I pray I can continue to improve

You are eloquent

But it’s me you commend

Although it’s you who deserves the applause

Because in me, you don’t see my flaws

Who am I?

Don’t you know?

I’m imperfect, that who

(this poem was written by Lorrie Pearson)

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