Be perfectA Poem by Diary of A Man™
I'm no where near perfection,
I'm not afraid to admit that. I make mistakes nearly every day...I am still becoming. I am still a student of life; I will be until the day I die... Things which are not me are still being plucked away my God is still adding some finishing touches--my soul is catching up.. I'm not the perfect husband, I'm not the perfect father or friend, but tell me where I've gone wrong and I'll go to all ends to fix it and repair us. I am a faithful man, a God-obedient man, an artist, a lover of one woman... I love to do many things-- Photography and poetry, Relax and indulge in laughter Soak my blues and joys alike in music, Hold my grandson Carry my grand daughter on my broad shoulders... Get to know me you'll still only know a few.. Still yet, I am many things, I can do many things Be perfect, I must warn you, is not one. SEMD©
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