He lives in a world where  Hate dwells not

Admire the old  arthritic man I met
The angels shake their heads at human life
On his head a crown of laurels set

I was by  nausea and my nerves beset
Unfit to be companion  or be wife
Admire the old  arthritic man I met

His face seems smiling even when he’s not
He will never be a source of strife
On his head a crown of laurels set

He lives in a world where  Hate  dwells not
His glances are not sharp as are my knives
Admire the old  arthritic man I met

Give me patience with my daily lot.
Throw off that critic who forever strives.
On John’s head, a crown of laurels set

Count to ten, or at least count to five
Anger and aversion destroy lives
Admire this old  arthritic man I met
On his head a crown of laurels set