Perfectly Imperfect
This time of last year was uncertain
The present time is again uncertain
Some things never change do they
But hope is the only candle burning
Emitting light in such pitch darkness
Showing us the path ahead to take
Future always stays imperfect
Let us not think about it and sulk
Think of how we react and then act
That is the only perfect thing around
In this perfectly imperfect world
This poem is about:
Our world