Subdued austere beauty, wrapped in a rustic patina,
A single asymmetric fin, makes you shine like a sardina.
Imperfection gives you value, wrinkles add to your face,
You get better like a wine, as you age by God's grace.
Another year has flown by, another project remains half baked,
Another poem's unfinished, by a heart that throughout ached.
The desire for a master piece, makes you lose sight of the truth,
Nothing in this world is perfect, neither golden years nor youth.
There is beauty in simplicity, in owning flaws, in celebrating decay,
In writing Tankas and Haikus, that let your imagination play.
If you spell out all perfectly, you can't read between the lines,
You need to draw the reader in- not push him to sidelines.
2023 wasn't perfect, didn't last, isn't done and dusted yet,
As you start enjoying the passage of time, the moments will last, forever, I bet.
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