Perfect Man

Is there really such a thing as a perfect man?

Perfect Man

Benjamin Edgar Williams

© 2007

 

There once was a perfect man,

That lived in the perfect house.

He did all the things he wanted to do,

And married the perfect spouse.

 

She gave him two perfect children

Who loved him and caused relief.

They never complained or expected

The things that would cause him grief.

 

This man of such perfect living

Could never stop from wanting more.

He struggled and strained without ceasing,

Till illness on him he wore.

 

This man now suffered in sickness,

His brow, now heavy in grief.

His time on the calendar marching

To that place were his life would cease.

 

His memory heightened in longing

For just plain and simple joys,

Of holding and having such pleasures

Of life, not things, his toys.

 

In truth, I know of no perfect people,

Nor families with perfect lives.

But I do know of grasps exceeding

The strength of imperfect drives.

 

Should time see this living

As wanton and wretch-less view,

Consider the viewpoint perspective.

Ask, if in time, this life were you.

 

 

 

Reviews

[BlackPrince]

Brother, this is a truly deep poem. From beginning, middle and end, everything flows smoothly like the nourishing trajectory of the Nile River.
You certainly have wisdom in abundance. I sense here a voice of love, truth, experience and social awareness gifted with words to depict what some think but are not always able to express.

Skilfully, the overall poem is true to concept, content and context, each word artistically placed there for that complementary purpose, making the poem whole.

WELL DONE