The Hardheaded Man

because i am hardheaded
i do not look back,

i have learned from the woman
who turned into salt

and look at what i have done upon myself
i grow errors

i glance at each of them
i shrug my shoulder and then walk away,

or move on as they want to say

i want to live a life that does nothing with what has been
erroneously done

leave them as they are

for me to see that i am not perfect
that others may learn to approximate to the maximum the reality

about mistakes which if left uncorrected
shall ultimately symbolize

who we really are... the perfect example
of human imperfection

God's ally, God's beloved

since it is from us that God also sees
who He really is.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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