I Only Do Write Of

Of my worth as a rhymer i have reason to doubt
And few interested enough in to read any of the things i have written about
Such as the pink spots on the skin of the wildborn brown trout
On the bed of the clear river pool when the sun is out
Or the beautiful song the gray butcherbird sing
In the World of Birds quite a distinctive thing
Or the homeless one who daydreams of becoming a billionaire
It goes without saying that his type are not rare
There are millions of them in the big World out there
The have nots sad to say are to be found everywhere
I only do write of what i do hear and see
Of the World we live in as it appears to me
From Nature and Life we do learn every day
We never do stop learning as some like to say.