Wednesday, December 16, 2015

To Many

To many i am just another old timer
One of little talent an ordinary rhymer
On my life's journey a few poets i may have befriended
But to be a poet myself i have never once pretended
To be one since then i would only be lying
And the truth i have no wish for to be denying
But i love penning rhymes in my times of leisure
From it i have derived so much joy and pleasure
And as a writer of poor verse i well may be noted
But to the Goddess of Rhyme i am surely devoted
My journey in life to new places do take me
But my yearn to rhyme it will never forsake me
And this yearning to rhyme until death me will follow
A yearning that began far north in Duhallow.

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