Not as famous as Mrs. Butterworth
Not as strong as Mr. Clean
Cannot sing like Jimmy Dean
Who am I? I ask myself
Feeling small as a Keebler Elf
Instant replay of my life
Shows I’m more like Barney Fife
If just once I could soar across the sky
And save Polly Purebred before I die
Or have a heart to heart with Mr. Ed
Just once or twice before I’m dead
If I could only belt a baseball
Or make a deal with Monty Hall
I would laugh and dance and sing
Ali couldn’t touch me in the ring
To my ego it seems so vital
To perform on American Idol
I don’t necessarily have to win
Just know I’m loved by Rin Tin Tin
Popeye says, “I am what I am”
But maybe he’d rather be Superman
If we really knew the truth
Clark Kent may have longed to be Babe Ruth
What do you think Babe Ruth would want?
To be Abe Lincoln or General Grant?
If I could be any or all of these things
I’d have to give up my own blessings
All good things come from above
I wouldn’t have all the stuff I love
My wife, my kids or even my cat
I hadn’t thought much about that
To be someone else you take the whole package
Their problems, worries and psychological baggage
Superman puts up a pretty good fight
But probably has nightmares about kryptonite
I have a sneaking hunch
Underdog has Alpo for lunch
I am the child God has spoiled
Or I would be married to Olive Oil
Though I’m not fast as Ricochet Rabbit
Being me has become a habit
The only thing I should want to be
Is more like Jesus; less like me.
I like to think this poem speaks to my generatation. It is meant to be humorous but at the same time insightful. I believe that much of our discontent comes from unmet expectations. These expectations may be unrealistic. Unrealistic expectations set us up for dissapointment.
Part of growth is a change in our value system. Paul said, "Godliness with contentment is great gain." We must first know the value of things such as contentment before we will fervently seek it.
