I Have Convinced Myself

I have convinced myself that i am not a poet
Nor do i feel worthy of any literary note
Though i am one who has written rhymes by the score
I am a rhymer at best and little else more
And though my worth as a rhymer i always do doubt
No shortage of things for me to write rhymes about
The gray clouds of rain in the morning sky
In the depths of Winter in windy July
But a magpie is warbling on a windblown gum tree
And a magpie lark in the paddock is singing pee wee
Birds chirping and singing and Nature's beauty to see
And rhyming words once again coming to me
To say i am a poet would be telling a lie
But i will be a rhymer till the day i do die.