Perfection is a thought so pure
Children, young and old;
All like to secure
Knowledge how perfection is made
Study its regulations
That masters, in books, have laid.
How much you try; you progress sure,
Give up inaction, stupor or objects that lure
To boost your image and efforts prime
To see bells of success sing and chime.
Perfection is, but, just a mirage
More you chase, more it is at large
