Sunday, January 23, 2022

Imperfect Me


Imperfect Me
By Lord R.e. Taylor

Someday I will no longer be here
I hope people get together
If they do not…no big deal
You can make fun of me all you want
Just do not praise me
And do not condemn me
I was just a man, no more no less
Just imperfect me

© Poem – I/XXII/MMXXI


 

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