I Cannot Lay Claim

 I cannot lay claim to the title of poet

Nor am i a rhymer who is worthy of literary note

And though an ordinary rhymer is the best i can be

Rhyming is soothing to the soul in me

And though my worth as a rhymer i have reason to doubt

Never a shortage of things for to write rhymes about

The rhymes keep on coming to me in notebook i pen them down

Just for the love of doing it not for money or renown

With rhyming words i am one who just loves to play

In my walks they do come to me every day

The years may leave us older and balding and grey

But we learn as we live as the wise one does say

I find rhyming an antidote for inner strife

And no shortage of things to write of in nature and life

There is more to the bird would you not agree

That you see and hear singing on the sunlit tree?

My rhymes have been born of laughter and tears

And i have been writing them for decades of years

And if i said i will retire from rhyming this would be a lie

As i hope to be doing it on the day i do die.