For Many Years

For many years i have been a rhyming buff
And i have written reams and reams of rhyming stuff
And since fame is not for those who write doggerel
Perhaps i am bound for the poetasters hell
As a young man i daydreamed i might be a poet
Or somebody worthy of literary note
But daydreams are just that and seldom come true
And to be a good writer in life not my due
Though everyone needed in the wordsmith trade
It is said of writers that they are born not made
I loved reading rhymes when i was a boy
And writing them now is a thing i enjoy
If i said i will quit rhyming this would be a lie
As i hope to be doing it on the day i do die.