I Try

My looks are not faultless
My heart is not the most pure
I am not the most intelligent, most confident or most secure
I have my strong and weak moments, like everyone else I’m sure
I have food, shelter and clothing but I still yearn for so much more
But at the end of each wonderful day I try to be the best me
I could ever possibly dream to be
And if that’s not good enough for mortal man-So what?
Is it you who feeds me or guides me everyday
Is it you who shelters me, clothes me or enlightens me in any way
Is it you who protects me when temptation threatens to lead me astray
No, you, imperfect you; just sit back and find fault
with the way I look and the things I do and the things I say
So forgive me if I don’t live to please the flawed, flawless expectations of me
I need to live in such a way that I can look in the mirror
And be comfortable with who and what I see
And when all in this race for pseudo perfection is said and done
I know I tried my best to live well with each and everyone
And along the way, took some time to have a little fun
Yes when the time comes for these carnal eyes to forever close
I can safely say I tried and my father will believe me cause only he truly knows


Copyright © 2008 PTD Lawrence