Flaw verses Quality
To start at the beginning,
if there were anything,
I have many a flaw,
but none I can now recall.
Give it time,
and before the end of this rhyme,
I will think of one,
of which this will be done.
You ask a quality,
I say in all frivolity;
does that matter, and if so,
I will tell you at the end as I go.
And here we are, flaws and all,
and now the flaw I recall;
I write to much,
physically say to little,
and for this part,
that is my little diddy.
A quality you seek,
so within my memory I peek,
searching for a moment true,
and it would have to be,
helping my friends,
thus, it was never about me.
I end this now on a note so high,
as I watch and stare from my window on high,
at the passerby's going this way and that,
wondering who owns a dog or cat.
Of which this was nothing to do
with this challenge so cool,
just sharing a moment,
to reader's and you.