It Was My Love Of Rhyme

 I have been penning doggerel for quite a long time

And there is truth in anybody can write rhyme

But it is not saying anything that is new

That rhymers are many and poets are few

I have been advised more than once to give rhyming away

But to such advice any heed i never pay

I hope to be rhyming on my last living day

It is each to their own as the wise one does say

As a young man i used to daydream of becoming a poet

A person well worthy of literary note

But daydreams for many do never come true

And what i receive from life is only my due

I have a few friends as well as a few foes

Life works in this way one does have to suppose

I used to love reading rhymes when i was a boy

And writing them nowadays i thoroughly enjoy

It was my love of rhyme made a rhymer of me

It is something i have been doing since nineteen seventy three

My best days in life in the forever gone

But for as long as i can do i will keep rhyming on.