I may never be one with important things for to say
And with words i am not one who does have a way
Just an ordinary bloke on the wrong side of time
What i have to say i do say it in rhyme
Years ago i did have ambitions for to become a poet
A person of substantial literary note
But ambition to the ego it ever is tied
And disappointment in ambition is a dent to one's pride
And pride too is a child of the ego as we know all too well
And on this thing known as personal success i too am one who likes to dwell
But i will keep on penning rhyme since i like doing it a lot
And when deceased it will not matter to me if i am forgot
But what i so enjoy doing i hope to be doing till the day i do die
For if i told you otherwise this would be telling you a lie.
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