I've Never Made It As A Writer

I've never made it as a writer that I cannot deny
But at least to my credit I gave it a try
The stuff that I pen I could not hope to sell
The poets write their poetry I pen doggerel
My best days in life to the forever gone
Yet so much to write on and I keep penning on
Of people and places so much for to tell
The haves and the have nots in their earthly hell
And of Nature to write of her so many she does inspire
Of singing her praises could one ever tire
For as long as I can I will write every day
That is something I never wish to give away
I have been penning stuff since I was a young man
And I will write on for as long as I can.