Please Love Me for
What I Ain't
 
Dear, I'll not always be so trim
As you look on me today,
I may become more plump than lean,
My hair will turn to gray.
There'll be days when I'm unpleasant,
Be grouchy as a bear.
I'll have the flu and suffer colds,
And need your patient care.
Some days I'll be an Angel rare,
Some days I'll be a bore.
There'll be nights when I can't sleep
And cough and loudly snore.
There'll be days when I don't listen well
Don't answer when you ask,
If I've done this or I've done that,
My faults will all unmask.
There'll be days when I upset the plans
That you have carefully made,
By fretting you without a call
That I had been delayed.
There'll be days when I am clumsy
Spill soup upon the floor,
When you'll want to send me packing
To far off Labrador.
There will be days when I forget
To bring home things you need,
When your good advice is given
And which I fail to heed.
Dear, I'm sure there'll be many days
When I'll be less a saint,
But please o'er look and please forgive,
And love me for what I ain't.