leaving perfection

We will never see perfection
Or touch it,
taste it,
feel it,
hear it

We are condemned
To have dull covers,
Loose bits,
Pungent odors,
Which we can live with
Day by day
Learning
Making the most of it
Until we live entire lives
With our dull covers
Loose bits
Pungent odors
Satisfied
We made it
Something great

Not perfect
But we touched it,
Felt it,
Heard it,
Loved it,
Have it