Human Nature
Yes, I'm human
Yes, I fall down sometimes
No, I'm not perfect, no one is
But I constantly dust myself off and get right back up
My imperfections are not a part of who I am
I am not defined by my screw-ups
Few are proud to admit that they have messed up in the past
They often wish they could go back and right all of the wrongs that they've done
It can't happen
We must go forward if we want to reach our destiny
This poem is about:
Me
Our world