A crooked smile, a clumsy knee.
A tendency to lose our keys,
Or leave the milk out, if you please.
A temper short, a tongue too sharp,
A habit that leaves a nasty mark.
We might be slow, or quick to judge,
And sometimes, our words can make us budge.
But these are faults, they're not the end,
They're lessons learned, a chance to mend.
Embrace them all, both big and small,
For imperfections make us stand tall.
We learn and grow, we strive to be,
The best we can, for all to see.
So let's not dwell on what we lack,
But focus on the path we're on, and track.
The beauty of our flaws, you see,
Is that they make us, uniquely.
So let's embrace them, every one,
And strive to shine, beneath the sun.