------The Way It Is------

I once sat down and read 
from a short book of prose
ponders of life and perspectives, 
but wonder who really knows.

Some want life to be perfect,
with no failures or flaws
Although I sometimes agree, 
don't Mother Nature break laws?

If  lives around me were diamonds, 
perfection I can't guarantee 
for faults are different as snowflakes,
each person has those you can't see.

Past deeds are stored in my closet
most of them dusty and old
Some I'm honored and proud of,
yet some of them best left untold.

My life is short and not perfect
no lives that I know are
Still mankind dreams and wants memories unstained, 
A snowfield that no footprints scar