Is How It Seems To Be

We are what we are is how it seems to be And perfection is not part of humanity The imperfections in others that i do see Are only reflections of the imperfections that are in me Which thinking about it makes me come to realize The reason i do not like people who me see fit to criticize Is not what i make them out to be as without ruth But is what they are telling to me is the truth And the truth can be hurtful as the wise one does say A saying from the past that remains as relevant today The ego as is known does thrive well on praise And what flattery can do never cease to amaze In retrospect suppose we learn something new from life every day That we never stop learning it does seem this way.