I well may be in the twilight of my life span
And if living in ten years i will be an old man
My mind and body has lost most of the energy of youthful elan
But i will go on rhyming for as long as i can
The boy of the fifties showing his years in gray
And clearly i have known a far better day
And though i am years past my physical prime
For as long as i can do i will keep penning rhyme
Yes the wear of time it is telling on me
My memory is not as good as it used to be
But rhyming for me is a pleasurable thing
And rhyme words to them do have a pleasant ring
If i said i'd quit rhyming this would be a lie
Since i hope to be doing it till the day i do die.
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