Here’s a poem I started to write a while ago but haven’t finished; here’s the work in progress. I wonder Sometimes I wonder, What it’s like to be perfect, For no one to be quite like you. What it’s like to be spoiled, To have everything you want, And everything you don’t. ………… But then I realize it wouldn’t be as much fun as just being me. You learn a lot more by not getting it your way all the time. That’s one of life’s lessons. I know it’s one of mine.