For Years I Have Been Dabbling

For years i have been dabbling in the Wordsmith trade
As a rhymer who has failed for to make the grade
My best years in life to the forever long gone
But true to my calling i keep rhyming on
Though i am one who has lived most of my life's span
And young people may look on me as an old man
For as long as i live as a rhymer i hope to stay
Right up till my life's very last night and day
As a rhymer mine may not be a well known name
But i pen rhymes for the love of it not for wealth or fame
I have never referred to myself as a poet
Nor am i one worthy of even minor literary note
And i will tell you again as i have often told you before
That i pen rhymes for enjoyment and little else more.