This is a poem which needs no explanation and is of no great importance – to be taken “as is”!
Perfectly Good
Let not the perfect be the enemy of the good
For what is achievable may not be best
Pity those who in the past have stood
For what may now seem a promise in jest
Let’s climb towards that highest rung
Of the logical ladder that never ends
Though praises may be slow to be sung
By the worst of enemies or best of friends
Can a thing not be good and perfect, you ask?
Of course, those who simplify might so say
While others who reflect upon the task
Will reply in a much more measured way:
There is a difference between the seeker of perfection
And the pragmatist who strives to improve
The former may achieve nothing but deception
But the latter will always forward move
So are these lines themselves a compromise
Or are they the best that could inform my choice?
The critic (who takes no risk) may surmise
That, on this matter, I have no right to a voice
But if we wish some new thoughts to express
At some time, we need to speak or write
And to do so without feeling that we might transgress
Some hidden code of what’s wrong or right
Perfection in art, perhaps, exists
But its pursuit is on what the artist subsists