Personal Note

A personal note here: I have no sign
(Unless you like "Slippery When Wet"), hate strife
And hurried socializing, love my wife,
Believe in understanding, local wine,
And human failings rather than divine.
I like fresh bread and a serrated knife,
Expect no more from living than a life,
And when I suffer, I choose not to pine.

I fear disease less than credulity;
Though crafty ignorance seems to be bliss
We know enough about a lover's kiss
To choose it over any poetry,
Much less religion, or astrology,
And I've been thinking, as I crafted this,