not perfect
the candle flickers in the night,
the nights get colder from the cold front in december,
there lives filled of doubt and hunger,
families splitting cause of the rejection of ones member,
the arguing of undeciding lovers that cant find answers,
the candle slightly dims,
falling of the crowds as someone makes a fatal mistake,
the beatened man that lays in the street after being mugged,
the looks on the littles ones faces when found out wat there mothers and fathers do for a living,
downfalls come to all that disobey,
and now the wind has tooken the flame of there lives from the candle,
no more mistakes and no more fallen souls.
Serenity Tate
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-world-is-far-from-perfect-and-so-is-the-people-in-it/
