For me in it no money or even minor fame
This penning of rhyme is a hungry belly game
I have been writing rhyming stuff since nineteen seventy three
It was my love of rhyming made a rhymer of me
If i said i was good at rhyming this would be a lie
But i will be a rhymer till the day i do die
The rhymes keep coming to me and in notebook i pen them down
But never for money or for literary renown
In my younger years i had ambitions of becoming a poet
As a person well worthy of literary note
An unfulfilled ambition it would seem fair to say
But life has it's disappointments since life is this way
An average rhymer is the best i can be
It was my love of rhyming made a rhymer of me.
Friday, August 22, 2014
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