ISTJ "The Logistician Inspector"

With stalwart heart and mind of logic keen,

The ISTJ doth tread a measured pace,

A soul of duty, ever to be seen

In constant toil, a smile upon their face.

The quiet strength that courses through their veins,

A wellspring deep of purpose, ever sure,

They build and mend, with honest, patient pains,

Their measured words a solace to endure.

Like oak they stand, through trials and through strife,

A lighthouse true, in life's tempestuous sea,

Their loyalty a flame that burns so bright,

A constant friend, in them one finds no plea

For empty praise, or fortune's fleeting hold,

Contentment found in duty, brave and bold.