Perfect - a poem

Perfect

Eyes are beautiful that see the pain.
Minds are sharp that help again.
Hands that help and do good deed.
Legs that carry those in need.
Ears that hear the softest cry.
Mouth to question why just why.
Feet that walk towards the fear.
Bum that’s not at rest all year.
Thighs that pull the weakest out.
Curves that comfort a child’s shout.