The Rhymes Do Keep Coming

I must be as lucky as lucky can be
Since the rhymes every day do keep coming to me
Though many years now past my physical prime
I must be one blessed by the Goddess of Rhyme
For thirty six of my sixty three years I've been a rhyming buff
And I'm one who has written a whole heap of stuff
To rhyme to me seems to come so easily
I am not afflicted by soul poverty
I write of people and the beauty in Nature I hear and I see
Like the wild birds of song who sing on bush and tree
I never refer to myself as a poet
Nor am I one worthy of literary note
And though the passing of time has left me looking gray
The rhymes do keep coming to me every day.