Perhaps by chance, fortune, fate,
By fluke, by random shot, by lot,
Without design, the way things fall,
Providence provides the cause?

No! I am the power, the vigour, the force,
Omnipotent, almighty, puissant ....
Capable, competent, vis viva et vitae,
I am endowed, invested with life.

I am not impotent or weak,
Eunuched, hog-tied, done-up brown,
Out of the battle, out of the running,
Off the field and laid up bleeding!

I am sturdy, staunch, and stable,
Strong, sound, a stamina'd stalwart,
Sinewed, sphinctered, strapping,
Stout in stance, I stand solid.

I am not feeble, whimsy, or wimpish,
Frail, fragile, faint, infirm.
No delicate dainty, dodder or drooper,
Wobbly waster or weakened fool.

He's the kick, the zip, the zing,
The punch, the drive, the get, the go,
The pep, the vim, the verve, the snap,
The spark plug and the dynamo.

I am not violent, fierce, nor savage,
Fury, furore, ferment, fume.
No storm, no tempest, roaring wind.
I am no Vulcan fuelling such things.

I am the all of moderation,
Mildness and the golden mean;
Medan agan - the happy medium
Striking a balance, instilling peace.