It Was My Love Of Rhyme

For forty two years i have been a rhyming buff
A fellow who has penned pages of rhyming stuff
In the twenty first century in the age of the modern poet
Rhymers like me not seen to be worthy of literary note

But i do enjoy rhyming though my physical best years long gone
A good enough reason for me to keep on rhyming on
And what i enjoy doing why should i give away
I hope to be rhyming on my life's final day

Simple enough stuff easy to memorize and to recite
The sort of rhymes i compose anybody could write
But in writing rhymes for most never any monetary gain
For the shortage of rhymers this well may explain

But never any shortage of material for one to write rhymes about
And of rhyming words so many of them one never does run out
In literature rhymers will never again be to the fore
It is just an enjoyable hobby and little else more

I have been penning rhyme since nineteen seventy three
It was my love of rhyme that made a rhymer of me
And i hope to be rhyming on my life's final day
For what i enjoy doing why should i give away.