Poetry Pleases: Approaching The Mean
David Bennett writes a personal poem about an average sort of man.
Well, here I am, an average sort of man.
I try my best at everything, that’s true.
In fact I do my best whenever I can,
And if I start a job, I see it through.
The good Lord gave us the power to choose
Our way in life from many different paths.
And, come to think of it right now,
I’m rather poor at French
But pretty good at maths.
My looks are somewhat below the mean.
My hair’s so thin it’s only faintly seen.
But to balance that, my eyes are still a lively blue,
And I’m not particularly fat.
The aches I’ve got are very few,
But I soon get out of puff -- and hot.
My joints all make a creaky sort of sound.
They let me know when they’ve had enough,
But there again -- they get me round.
