The pot in which I brew my tea
Is dented and more than a bit tarnished,
But I still enjoy the tea.
The house I live in
Needs a coat of paint and several shingles,
But I sleep well at night.
The body I use to live my life
Is wrinkled and slowing down,
But I am alive and I rejoice.
I am not the body in which I live,
I am the life itself.
- Mark Otter
Image taken in my neighborhood of chipped plates.
They also were a bit broken,
but yet they delighted my heart.
They were indeed imperfect in it's beauty.