Materially one who has not done well
But like everyone of life i have my own stories to tell
Compared to most people my biggest worries are small
I do not have much to complain of at all
In my younger years i aspired to be a poet
One seen to be worthy of literary note
But what we wish for does not always for us turn out to be
At least anyhow this is how it is for me
Since my physical prime there has been many a day
And time on my life ever ticking away
Each day to our last day brings us one day more near
One might say this is stating the obviously clear
Like others of my age i am losing out to time
And like every rhymer for me a last rhyme.
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