Perfection, seldom seen or heard <br />is similar to a rare bird. <br />It hides away from man and beast <br />and ripens lke the baker's yeast. <br />Improving on it asks for heat <br />a breath will do, its measure neat <br />and blown with gentleness upon <br />the miracle so oft withdrawn. <br />If you, my friend should catch a glimpse, <br />hold on before the sunshine dims <br />and guard with all you have inside <br />against the dark and stormy tide <br />when failings spring from man's sad mind <br />and he must leave it all behind.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/perfection-49/
