A round round Ball

i like the concept of God
perfection in imperfection
a round round ball no artist
could paint without making lesser round

i like the
perpetual Driver in me
perfection seeker amid imperfections
a spirit perpetually
desiring to do beter
today than yesterday
to be closer one's goal -
a round round ball no artist could do justice to

i like the concept of the homo sapiens
a transient world cruising through eternal
rising and falling, falling and rising
beside a round round ball no artist could do
without making lesser round

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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