Where is the perfect answer, to a perfect life, <br />is it in a book at bedtime or discovered in the bath? <br />Where shall we find that answer, to our heartfelt prayers, <br />in a domed cathedral or darkly lurking under stairs? <br /> <br />Where is that sovereign wisdom, to answer all our doubts, <br />is it spoken on the telly or from a soapbox shouted out? <br />Where shall I go to find it, that most sought for glint of gold, <br />the answer and true meaning to what this life can hold? <br /> <br />And if you are still reading, do you hope this poem speaks, <br />of the answer and the reason for all things that we do meet? <br />All that I can say to you; and this I know for sure, <br />it is the perfect question that will surely open up that door.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/perfect-comes-from-perfect/
