My Way Of Enjoyment

I never refer to myself as a poet
Nor am i one worthy of literary note
On notebook i write more new rhymes every day
My way of enjoyment it does seem this way
My worth as a rhymer i have reason to doubt
But no shortage of things for  me to rhyme about
If i said i'd quit rhyming that would be telling a lie
As i hope to be doing it till the day i do die
Long before the hair on my head turned to gray
I penned my first rhymes of old  fields far away
Inspired by the beauty in Nature i see
The goddess of rhyme she keeps smiling on me
I add to my growing list of rhymes every day
And i never intend to give rhyming away.