For me no money or fame for writing rhyme
Though it is something i have been doing for quite a long time
As a rhymer not one to the literary fore
It is just something i love doing and little else more
Though my worth as a writer i have reason to doubt
Every day something new for to write rhymes about
My best years in life in the forever gone
But the love of just doing it keeps me rhyming on
How marvellous indeed the gift of memory
I am rather lucky is how it seems to be
In the beautiful things every day i does see
That is living in Nature everywhere around me
And lucky that i do enjoy writing rhyme
Something i never consider as a waste of time.
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