Poem: It was not perfect

It was not perfect

but it was 
good, I believe,
was enough, anyhow.
I wish
it had been more
and better
and better planned.
I know
it would be best
if I learned
that lesson.
I am afraid, I will admit,
I think it more likely
I'll only realize
how simple it was
to get away with
far less
and pretend
it was more.

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