Just one More Aging Fellow

I am only months short of my sixty third year
And I only cling to life because death I do fear
Never been a soldier or known to be brave
And the Last Post will never be played at my grave.

I am one of those fellows who pens doggerel
The stuff few do read and that I cannot hope to sell
I have written one might say a whole heap of rhyme
Though to write for love of it cannot be a crime.

My best days in life to the forever gone
But true to my calling I keep penning on
If I said I'd quit penning that would be a lie
I will be making rhymes I do hope till I die.

Just one more aging fellow that time has left gray
And the clock on my life it keeps ticking away
I am one who fears death I am not a brave man
And I will live on for as long as I can.