A Literary Dinosaur

I'm close to the three score years and well beyond my prime
A literary dinosaur a minor man of rhyme
In the modern Literary World an outsider looking in
Suppose there must be many losers for even one to win,
My only god is Nature none so wonderful as she
Her wild born birds they chirp and sing on bush and hedge and tree
For years she has sustained me in her bosom I will lay
When her reaper will claim me in a not too distant day,
A literary dinosaur one more forgotten name
Many fall by the wayside for one to know of fame
Yet the reaper does not respect fame and though their fame will live on
The World's most famous people back to Mother Earth have gone
And the little mouse that lives in the ceiling is no less a mortal than I
Though I may well outlive him one day I too must die.