A Tad Less than its Full Beauty
A Tad Less than its Full Beauty
Teach me to exaggerate less,
To know my extent in daylight and on moonless nights.
To take my own,
To not crave beyond the fringes of my fate,
To be infatuated with moral a tad less than its full beauty.
Teach me that flaws are a gift of god,
In every stem,
In every wilting field,
In every man and passing time.
Teach me to keep going
Even in my tired prime.
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