This Mix Of Strength And Joy

A mix of strength and joy I am,
More be then do – do what I can;
Like bones and fat one system says –
A mix of dad and mom that pays.

For bones of dad were dominant;
He tall and lanky – prominent
Above a crowd at six-foot-two;
Stability he brought to view.

Mom was a roly-poly type,
With rounded curves and little height;
With smile and focused joyfulness –
A mix of brain and playfulness.

So here I am with strength and joy,
an asset-mix that I employ;
Not really muscle, nerves, or lungs –
These two top-out since I was young.

So when I juxtapose two brands,
Like modeled gifts with type of hands,
I see encouragement from stash –
Stability and joy with cash.

He said one time, “They're all correct,
For each is like a dialect;
It's used to hold some aspect up –
So use them all, one’s not enough.

“Some models cut a boy in two,
While others focus me not you;
So use the insights, see what's there,
And with the others then compare.”

So yeah, a weakling I am not;
Don't mope around with what I've got;
I stabilize, bring joy with strength –
And when I'm wrong I laugh – at length.

I'm not as structured as my dad;
Mom’s joyousness has made me glad;
There's some reflective part in me,
But most of all – stability.

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