I Feel That I Have Been

I feel that i have been running out of rhyme
Suppose eventually we all become victims of time
Of any success as a writer i do not have stories to tell
But here's to the birth of one more doggerel
In the blue sky i cannot see one cloud of gray
How nice to be living on such a nice day
A blackbird in the sunshine is singing some say a sign of rain
Though the weather forecast for tomorrow is sunny again
The town parkland a mass of wild born flowers
That have come to bloom in the November showers
The paddocks and town gardens looking so green from recent Spring rain
With such pleasant weather how could one complain
And though my worth as a rhymer as ever i do doubt
No shortage of things for one to rhyme about.