The Near To Perfect People Poem by Francis Duggan

The near to perfect people to say the least quite rare
Of my flaws as a human being I surely am aware
Perfection for one of the human kind almost impossible to achieve
That's what those who study human behaviour tell us and that's not hard to believe
We are mentally tied to the ego and that is not a lie
And the ego has three siblings known as me, myself and I
And though many may say I'm talking rubbish and with what I say disagree
That's how it was and that's how it is and that's how 'twill always be
The only perfect one is Nature or so 'twould seem to me
She does not differentiate between a human and a bee
All of her life forms like the great tree of the forest to her Reaper's scythe must fall
All to her quite equal the most perfect one of all
The near to perfect people to say the least are few
And to that you may even add tell us something that is new.