Of My Worth As A Writer

Of my worth as a writer i have reason to doubt
But every day something new for me to write about
In more than four decades i have not run out of rhyme
And on going back the Seasons this does seem a long time
The rhymes do keep coming to me every day
With rhyming words i am one who loves to play
And to those who advise me to give rhyming away
I will when i die to them i do say
For if i told them i would this would be a lie
As i hope to be rhyming until the day i do die
Sometime in the not distant future whenever this will be
The Reaper of lives will come to claim the life from me
So as long as i can do i will keep rhyming on
Though the best years of my life in the forever gone.