Maybe the best lesson

I’ve learned is that I am not flawless

I’m quite flawful.


I dog-ear the pages of my books,

I put too much sugar in my coffee,

I use obscene language,

I forget to do my laundry,

And wear dirty clothes.


I watch the same show over and over,

I always arrive ten minutes too early,

I bite my nails,

I never wear a coat,

But still complain that I’m cold.


I know all these things about myself

And I know that they do not matter, 

But as Michaelangelo once said

I'm still learning.


But is that so wrong?

I'm working to acknowledge and accept my flaws,

So perhaps that is why I am flawless,

Because I am flawful.


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