I'm not one who is an asset to the honorable wordsmith trade
Where only the very finest can ever hope to make the grade
And i never solicit for comments a promise to myself i've made
It doesn't worry me the least bit if to oblivion i will fade
In my young years in Duhallow in the fields by Millstreet Town
Full of silly young ambition i used to daydream of literary renown
To me now it does not matter that i've never known of literary fame
And i won't die disappointed to know mine will be a forgotten name
I am not a literary critic i leave that to those of literary degrees
I am just an ordinary rhymer who only pen stuff for mind ease
I write because i enjoy writing and though i am not one who is well known
I believe in the old adage that simply states each to their own
For many years i've been a rhymer and for longer than that a rhyme buff
And though i will not be remembered for it i have penned a lot of stuff.
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