Though nothing of importance i have for to say
The rhymes in my soul they keep bubbling away
And though they never will bring to me wealth and renown
They keep coming to me and i pen them down
Four years with three decades that is going back in time
I was twenty seven when i penned my first rhyme
One can say my best years in life are long gone
And i must be addictive for to keep penning on
Without monetary reward or success or fame
For me penning verse is a 'hungry belly game'
And Nature is the one that i truly admire
Of singing her praises could one ever tire
In ten years from now i will be an old man
But i will keep writing for as long as i can.
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