My best days in life to the forever gone
But like every rhymer i keep rhyming on
I never do pretend for to be a poet
Nor am i one worthy of any literary note
The rhymes keep coming to me the reason i do write
And i email my stuff to an internet blog site
Just something i love doing and why should i give away
Something i do enjoy doing every day
The day i stop rhyming is the day i will die
If i did tell you different that would be a lie
Though well into my sixties time telling on me
I have been a rhymer since nineteen seventy three
And i do realize now that time is my foe
Since that is going back some four decades ago.
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