I am as i was many decades ago
And i remain today as my own greatest foe
And a fringe dweller by choice suppose i will remain
What we put into life always becomes our gain
Some say to me for doing it you never receive any pay
So how come you do not give penning of rhyme away
To say i am addicted to it they would not understand
I have been penning rhymes long before i left Ireland
I do never refer to myself as a poet
Nor am i one worthy of literary note
But my addictive nature i cannot give away
And i feel compelled for to write rhymes every day
And suppose i will be doing it 'til the day i do die
If i said otherwise this would be a lie.
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