A Fellow Addicted To Rhyme

A fellow addicted to rhyme my better days they are long gone
A poetaster at best I suppose and yet I keep scribbling on
I've thought about calling it quits as some say I should call it a day
But to my addictions I cling 'tis hard to give scribbling away.

I have written a lot of stuff and all of it old fashioned rhyme
Some even have been known to say that I've wasted a lot of precious time
In the penning of doggerel verses but a tiny voice from within
Tells me for to keep keeping on and never to throw the towel in.

But Mother Nature she needs one like me and her I would never forsake
At a time when many of her wild creatures are endangered a stand for her I feel obliged to take
She does need me at a time like this for she is the real god to me
Her beauty it is all around me the only god I ever see.

I may be a bombed out old rhymer and on me the going may be tough
But I'm not one for to call it a day I won't say enough is enough
I will not heed the advice of those people who say I should give writing away
One should not give up what they like doing best even though they may look old and gray.