Of So Many Things

Of so many things i have written about
Yet my worth as a rhymer i have reason to doubt
He's an addictive rhymer of me one might say
One that time has left looking weary and gray

Yet in the mind of the ageing man remains the boy
And my walks in Nature i still do enjoy
With the sun out and shining and in the cool evening breeze
The birds chirp and sing on the bushes and trees

Such things in Nature a poet of feels inspired to write
A poem for others to read and enjoy and recite
So many artists and writers by Nature inspired
And her awe inspiring beauty is free for all to be admired

For many years i have been a rhyming buff
And i am one who has written a whole heap of stuff
Yet i'll never become one of literary note
And i never refer to myself as a poet.