For me in it not any money and scarce any fame
This writing of rhyme is a hungry belly game
But i have been doing it since in my life's prime
And this is going back many Seasons in time
As a rhymer i will never be one to the fore
It is something i love doing and little else more
I add to my numbers of rhymes every day
Without the reward of monetary pay
Yet as a rhymer i hope for to stay
Until the Life's Reaper comes reaping my way
As a young man i hoped i would become a poet
One seen to be worthy of literary note
But daydreams are just that and seldom come true
And we receive from life what is only our due.
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