I made a tedious effort to paint a portrait of a meaningful life
With painful brushstrokes of soul-jarring experiences
Tinted with shades of azure horizons and grey skies
Both the sweetness and the bitterness of a seasoned life!
The portrait was perfect, yet the eyes could not see
Too much of focus was on the flaws that were in me
In spite of the flaws, the portrait was perfectly rendered
The Hands of my God, my artist, had so meticulously delivered!
He brushed the finishing strokes of victory on my strifes
Painting a masterpiece of my imperfectly perfect life!