Till the Reaper claims the life's breath from me hopefully as an old man
I will carry on rhyming for as long as i can
It is my addiction that i won't deny
Since addictions of all sorts to most do apply
I've been penning stuff since my fading life's prime
And that's going back more than three decades in time
An addictive rhymer of that i won't lie
Perhaps I'll be rhyming till the day i die
My worth as a rhymer i often do doubt
But always so many things to write about
I rhyme for the love of it not for wealth or renown
And plenty like me in every village and city and town
What I'm trying to say here is that poets are few
Though to that you may add tell us something that's new.
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