No Matter How Long You Search For Perfect

He lay in his bed
Top hat still on his head,
Thought he needed water
But he called me instead,
He tapped on his brim and said,

Everyone has their ticks and tocks,
Their rusty bolts,
And creaky locks,
They have leaking pipes,
And holes in their socks

The hat on his head revealed
His last grays as he stuck it on mine,
He in his robe, our hands intertwined,
I patiently listened as he began to explain,

Look down the line
Of one’s ancestry,
Never find it perfectly,
Clean of all life’s miseries,
There is no medicine
To cure all of one’s needs,
Nor are machines’
Or robots’ work one hundred percent guaranteed,
Life is a continual rhythm,
Of break and repair - be ready,
No matter how long you search for perfect
You’ll never find a flawless man to marry,
All have problems within ourselves
To fix, but not independently,
Best you can do is find someone like me

He winked at me,
I nodded my head,
My heart skipped a beat,
What I thought an old man’s murmurs
Was a great epiphany,
Saved perfectly for me

Not long after that,
The genius man,
Strapping on his angel wings,
One hundred percent satisfaction guaranteed
For the one and only perfect place is where they will lead,
Took his leave.