Wednesday Riff: This Week

This week
I will no doubt trip up.
Several times.
Fall on my face and look a fool.
I’ll put my feet in my mouth no doubt,
Step in something inadvisable,
Reveal my fractured nature in a public place.
I won’t appear all that successful
Or triumphant at times,
I’ll not be flavour of the month,
Or the minute,
Or hero of the week.
I’ll most likely be a loser from time to time,
Perhaps even topping the chart of losers.
And yet,
I’ll still
Be loved.
By the Lover who doesn’t expect
Our Perfection.
He just invites
Our attention
And bumbling friendship.

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