Though my worth as a rhymer i have reason to doubt
No shortage of things for to write rhymes about
The rhymes keep on coming to me in notebook i pen them down
But never for money or literary renown
For many years i have been a rhyming buff
Just one of those people who pens reams of stuff
I used to love reading rhymes as a young boy
And writing them nowadays is a thing i enjoy
As a young man i daydreamed of becoming a poet
One looked on as worthy of literary note
But daydreams are just that and seldom come true
And literary fame in life is not my due
It is something i have been doing since my physical prime
And i am one who has become a victim of time.
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