May we not strive for perfection,
for we shall break our backs
In pursuit of such elusive dreams,
we simply break our hearts
for perfection can never be caught,
no matter how hard it is sought
for like fine wisps of cloud,
they melt or move beyond our sights
leaving yawns of dissatisfaction behind,
or sending us on endless quests in our mind.
May we strive for greater purpose,
for contentment is awesome
for satisfaction is a comfortable bed to lay on,
with peace a priceless joy to know.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
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I absolutely love this book of poems. My favorites are “Love Rations” (for those who love to give the silent treatment) and “Beggars Supper” (which definitely pulls at the heart strings). Two thumbs up!!