I leave it to others to refer to me as a poet
Since my love of rhyme made a rhymer of me
And a rhymer at best is the best i can hope to be
I penned my first rhymes in nineteen seventy three
Just a year in time short of a half of a century
In human time this does seem long ago
And time that ages all life has since become my foe
And though my worth as a rhymer i seriously doubt
No shortage of things for to write rhymes about
Just for the love of doing it i write every day
But never for fame or the rewards of pay
If i did not love doing it i would give it away
I do enjoy rhyming in truth i can say.
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