And I am one who has penned reams of rhyming stuff
The rhymes come to me on notebook I pen them down
But never for financial reward or renown
I used to daydream that I would be a poet
A person well worthy of literary note
But daydreams are just that and seldom come true
And in my lifetime wealth and fame are not my due
I penned my first rhymes in nineteen seventy three
And suppose my love of rhyming will remain in me
For as long as I live until the day I does die
If I did tell you differently this would be a lie
Since then many Seasons have come and have gone
And true to my calling in life I rhyme on.
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