Born Imperfect

This story came in my mail. I just loved it and had to write it as a poem. It also had a moral written under it, which I reproduce in original.
Moral:
Each of us has our own unique flaws. We're all cracked pots. But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You've just got to take each person for what they are, and look for the good in them.

He walked everyday

Carrying two huge pots 

Hung from a pole

Borne across his neck.

Walked this china man

For years and years

This water bearer

Carrying two huge pots.

One pot was perfect

It held a lot of water

The other was cracked

And leaked half the water.

The sad cracked pot

Arrived home half-full

This perfect pot

It held a lot of water.

The proud perfect pot

Beamed with success.

The poor cracked pot

Ashamed with failure

Unhappy n’ sad ‘cause

Its imperfection showed.

Made the other prouder

Beamed with success.

Two years of shame

Unbearable shame

It spoke out one day 

Broke down and cried

"Imperfectly I serve you 

Only half I deliver 

I suffer as I work

Unbearable shame."

Said the bearer to the pot

"Blessed are you, dear!

Don’t you see the flowers

On your side of the path.

Every sown seed sprouted

Watered daily by you.

Imperfect you may be but

Blessed you are, dear!"

(13th October 2006, Nellore)
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