December 1, 2012
To a gymnast
A sense of timing
A glory to last
Joy of executing
To a carpenter
A sense of measure
An edge of a cutter
To sharpen, a pleasure
To a student
A sense of score
Make sound judgment
Excellence to the core
To a musician
A sense of sound
Elements of expression
Take to a higher ground
To each person
A meaning of perfection
With a single flaw, undone
A cause for tension
Nature of mind
Unable to accept
Trying hard to find
Losing what is kept
I spent my life
To answer the question
Man’s need to perfect, rife
A demand for explanation
Perfection, not a goal
But a view of the eye
To fit pieces of the whole
Not hard if you try
When a wrong
Is no longer so
You become strong
Out of a mind narrow
When a fault
Merges with virtue
You can exalt
No longer argue
When disorder
Equates to clarity
You reach the border
Of perfect sanity
© Venkat
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