Imperfect in it's Beauty

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.