FLAW
I just don’t like it that I have flaws.
Yes, flaws. You know: weaknesses;
memories of mistakes that I made;
spaghetti stains on white shirts;
memories of mistakes that I made;
spaghetti stains on white shirts;
challenging me to stop criticizing
so and so - for his mistakes as well.
Bummer: worse still - at times - I think
I hang my flaws out on my clothes line
so I don’t have to see my main flaw:
the fatal one - the one that really nags me -
the one that keeps me in the human race.
© Andy Costello, Reflections 2019
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