If I boast about my skills,
It's not that I pay my bills.

My flaws are easy to see ,
If you hang around me.

I try to be kind to all,
But my mouth may be my fall.

If you check my under arms ,
You may have some alarms.

I'll have a bath today,
Last one was Wednesday.

But if you check my heart,
You'll have a surprising report.

Some say it's made of gold ,
It's formed by much untold.

Hardship and pain can create,
A lot of sympathy for the lame.

Everyone has their story,
Listen and you may feel sorry.

So if I'm gruff and crude,
It's not because I'm rude.

We are shaped by this world,
And a product of that mold.

Some are proud of being good,
Others just dream of the Could.

I thank God I'm alive today,
His divine protection, I say.

I won't deceive or trick,
But it's hard to be perfect.!