Poetry Friday

I had not written an original poem (other than my haiku reviews for my first Poetry Friday posting) in I don't know how long, until yesterday. It doesn't have a title at the moment. Hope you like it.

I look at everything
with a critical eye--
my eye is quick to criticize.
My fatal flaw
is finding yours.
I will never be satisfied
with anything this world provides
unless I learn
to inspect less
to expect less?
to reflect more
on the greater good
and respect effort
above effect,
rejecting my negative affect.