With what I am I'm now content,
I've given up regretting;
Of much I'm proud . . . and much repent . . .
And much I keep forgetting.

My creed is simple to explain,
Concise and not wide-ranging;
I'd just prefer that things remain
The same and not keep changing.

My attitude is affable,
Appearance ordinary,
My social graces laughable,
Impatience legendary.

My heartbeat's like a metronome,
My appetite quite hearty,
But still I'd rather stay at home
Than run around and party.

So when it's time to leave this life
And pack up here below,
I'll probably inform my wife
I'd just as soon not go.

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