For to proclaim themselves as a writer or poet
I am one of those people who just loves penning rhyme
And I have been doing it now for more than four decades of time
We are what we think we are this I do believe
For to say otherwise myself I would only deceive
I leave it to others their own praises to sing
In these times when self promotion is quite the in thing
I can only pay credit to where it is due
And to my own self try to remain as true
I no longer yearn for wealth and for fame
And praise and criticism I accept as the same
I just wish for to live for as long as I can
And die without pain as a very old man.
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