“A POEM FOR BOB!” a poem, a.k.a.: “You’re Perfect Too!” a.k.a.: “In The Promised Land (Of Perfection)!” a.k.a.: Be of Good Heart, Good Bob!” Wednesday, the last day of July, 2019 – to: My Friend Bob, on the eve of his celebrating his perfect existence!
THE WAY YOU ARE – IS THE WAY YOU BE!
Why-not-accept-PERFECTION – as-your-destiny?
You can ALWAYS-DO-THINGS another way,
“COME OVER HERE, and-for-you (pause) ‘PERFECT’-I-SHALL-DEFINE!”
But, can’t-you-be-OUR IDEAL? Can’t-YOU call: -“FINE,”
And “PERFECT,” (pause) what-you-have-just-done?
As you disregard any judgments? Haven’t-you-then WON?
The right to say: “I’m PERFECT (pause) as I AM!”
IMPERFECTION, I-think, might possibly stem,
From what we’re TAUGHT is “apparent weakness,”
But-“strong”-and-“weak”-are-“relative,” and, for-instance, even-“meekness,”
Is-NO-sign of-an-imperfect existence, My Dear,
And: WHY IS IT IMPERFECT? FOR US TO POS-SESS FEAR,
OR HATRED OR EGO – OR-ANY-“HUMAN-TRAITS,” indeed!?
I think you might be PERFECT! Per-fec-t-l-ly “m[e]ade!”
Isn’t-death-and-aging nat-ur-al? Perfect! at-each-stage?
Dying is transitioning;
In Heaven it’s all the rage, when anyone accepts AS PERFECT – every way they are,
And Bob-my-Friend, you’re-PERFECT – whether near or far!
So, “high” or “low” or “good” or “bad,”
WE’RE ALL ALIVE, SO DON’T BE SAD,
And-in-The-EYE-of-God, BOB STILL LIVES,
And always has – and forever gives!
So, here’s to PERFECT Death and Life,
To-the perfect husband and the perfect wife,
Whether single – or quite married,
You-are-so PERFECT, so don’t be worried,
And I shall take you BY THE HAND!
We-need-NEVER leave The-Promised-Land*
* – of Perfection!
But-remember-it-appears: There’re-consequences-to-what-you-say-and-do! * So, don’t be too-darned-cocky, Bob, or I-will yell at you! * And-remember: Gray’s-just-the-color-white, with-a little stuff mixed in, * And black is fine! Even dirty green! & yucky red’s no sin! * So, smile or frown – be positive or not * and whether-“boy scout”-or-“naughty,” you’re still real[ly] hot!