I write this verse, my first, no less,
Using every ounce of my prowess
With words, with meter, and with rhyme
To say what I do with spare time.
Born thirty and some years ago
Having a growing mind, and a fading ego
I like to read, to drive endlessly on
To know the within, not just the beyond.
I love music, but not too loud
The sun, the moon, even the storm cloud
Elation, pain, ennui, passion
Everything in moderation.
Of slim build and dark complexion
With a special fondness for confection
Near six feet tall, two inches less
I'm not hard to fathom, I confess.
I'm unreligious, yet spiritual
Cosmopolitan and bilingual
The only son, with three sisters,
And many friends in close clusters.
I work as a teacher/researcher
When not at work, a TV watcher
Of sporting events small and great
When rings and offices are at stake.
Like the days of the week is this paean
With stanzas numbered one through seven
For one more will create a clutter
But less said would've been better.
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