Who I Am

I never wore a helmet
And I never carried a rifle
But I am not a man to mess with
To kick around or trifle.

I am not much of a lover
And I lack confidence with girls.
I am not a great romantic
But I’ve given love a whirl.

I don’t know anything of science
And I am not an academic
But I’ve kicked the tires a little bit
Though my efforts were anemic.

I am not very good writer
And I am even less a poet
Though I’ve given prose a shot
But I doubt if my efforts show it.

I am getting older by the day
And I still don’t know who I am.
But it doesn't matter anyway
And you don’t give a damn.