POETRY

I am not perfect
I live on Planet Earth
That is where humans live
Humans are not perfect
Never have been - never will be.
So I don't always wear the right clothes
And don't always use the right fork
My memory sometimes fails me
I don't look like a fashion model
And I don't cook like a French chef.
I can't always do
What people expect of me
I am human I am imperfect
But there is no one like me
In the whole wide world
I am unique... I am me.


G-d's Boxes
Author Unknown

I have in my hands two boxes
Which G-d gave me to hold
He said, "Put all your sorrows in the black,
And all your joys in the gold."
I heeded His words, and in the two boxes
Both my joys and sorrows I stored
But though the gold became heavier each day
The black was as light as before.
With curiosity, I opened the black
I wanted to find out why
And I saw, in the base of the box, a hole
Which my sorrows had fallen out by.
I showed the hole to G-d, and mused aloud,
"I wonder where my sorrows could be."
He smiled a gentle smile at me
"My child, they're all here with me."
I asked, "G-d, why give me the boxes,
Why the gold, and the black with the hole?"
"My child, the gold is for you to count your blessings,
The black is for you to let go."