Of any life achievements i do not have stories for to tell
I am just a person who pens doggerel
The years have left me looking old, bald and gray
And time on my life keeps on ticking away
Yet i never yearn for large amounts of money or fame
On the day that i die i will be the same
As the deceased billionaire for in truth one can say
That money is of no value to the dead where they lay
With words i am one who likes to have a play
And i add to my numbers of rhymes every day
No scarcity of subject material for me on to write
And i email my rhymes to an internet site
And i hope to be rhyming on the day i do die
If i did tell you different this would be a lie.
Sunday, February 1, 2015
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