Almost perfect…but not quite

I love this poem to remind me that we need to let go of our perfectionism and concentrate on all the wonderful and beautiful things in our lives;

“Almost perfect… but not quite.”

Those were the words of Mary Hume

At her seventh birthday party,

Looking ’round the ribboned room.

“This tablecloth is pink not white–

Almost perfect… but not quite.”

“Almost perfect… but not quite.”

Those were the words of grown-up Mary

Talking about her handsome beau,

The one she wasn’t gonna marry.

“Squeezes me a bit too tight–

Almost perfect… but not quite.”

“Almost perfect… but not quite.”

Those were the words of ol’ Miss Hume

Teaching in the seventh grade,

Grading papers in the gloom

Late at night up in her room.

“They never cross their t’s just right–

Almost perfect… but not quite.”

Ninety-eight the day she died

Complainin’ ’bout the spotless floor.

People shook their heads and sighed,

“Guess that she’ll like heaven more.”

Up went her soul on feathered wings,

Out the door, up out of sight.

Another voice from heaven came–

“Almost perfect… but not quite.”

-Shel Silverstein