Tuesday, December 13, 2011

What Care I

What care i if i'm not of literary note
If i am not worthy of the title of poet
I write for enjoyment that and nothing more
I only say here what i have said before
I penned my first rhymes by old hills far away
In a place where i might be a stranger today
I am going back in years near four decades in time
To when i was younger and in my life's prime
I pen simple stuff that is easy to write
And easy to read, memorize and recite
Some tell me i ought to give rhyming away
But to advice i don't like any heed i don't pay
I do enjoy rhyming of that i won't lie
And i hope to be doing it till the day i do die.

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