This is labeled The true story of my day on Monday the 5th) This was December 5th, 2011
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| The picture was taken in 2012, A year and a little bit after I wrote this poem. Look how cute everyone is! |
Imperfections
Today I found that I'd forgotten
Where I put my keys.
I looked and looked
And then I even crawled upon my knees.
I couldn't find them anywhere
And my frustrations grew.
I'd looked and looked,
I needed keys.
What else was I to do?
And then in one desperate attempt,
I bent down on one knee,
And there they were
Tucked carefully
Beneath the Christmas tree!
My list of things that I should do
Was lost there with the keys.
And I had to go without it
Out in the cold and freeze.
I headed to the bank,
Where the words that one man said,
Filled me with a feeling
That can only be called dread.
He said property taxes, had really done him in.
I knew at once that I forgot to pay our tax on time.
And I also knew at once that the fault for this was mine!
So trying not to panic
I did the grocery shopping,
Then headed home as quickly as I could
With not much stopping.
And wrote the checks for taxes
And put them in the mail,
Hoping they'd get to the treasurer
Without fail.
After paying taxes and eating lunch
I took the garbage out,
And the thing that happened next
Really made me want to pout.
I threw the garbage in the can and pulled the big can up,
And that is when, around the corner,
Came the garbage truck.
I realized I had pulled the can
Back to the house still full,
But I couldn't get it back to the curb.
I think my brain is dull!
I knew the can felt heavier
Than one trash bag should make it.
But the garbage man never comes so late!
I almost couldn't take it.
So my imperfections plagued me
All throughout the day,
But it's Christmas time
And the Savior came to help me on my way.
And one day through his help
After many years have passed
I'll find my imperfections are
A thing of the distant past.
**(I kind of think imperfections will plague me into the next life
but Jesus doesn't expect anything different)
