Was I Perfect

Scott Whitby, 2020

Was I perfect?

Or was I wild?

Was I a good kid?

Or a bad child?

I made good grades

But drank alcohol

Went to church on Sunday

But weekends had a ball

I respected my elders

But probably not enough

Said yes sir, no ma'am

And hid I was rough

Daddy said drive slow

He thought that I should

Troopers knew better

No way that I could

Left home for college

All my friends behind

Forgot all about them

Nothing but me in my mind

Studied harder than some

Still drank all the beer

Teachers were impressed

But a Hell-raiser without peer

Got in med school

So smart so I thought

But I'd met my match

Depression it brought

Was I out of my league?

I didn't feel I was good

Then Kay came along

And I knew that I could

Thirty years later

Little Hell I still raise

What would I change?

More God I would praise

Was He there in those years?

He must have been

He let me raise Hell

Then forgave my sins

Never perfect or even good

But He let it play

My life in His hands

Little more than clay

But was I so bad

Like I'd thought for so long?

Just let me know

But after I'm gone