I Used To Daydream

I used to daydream i might be a poet
Or even one of minor literary note
And though our life aspirations we pursue
Daydreams for many never do come true
And though the years have left me balder, older and gray
I keep on penning more stuff every day
I hope to write until the day i die
If I told you otherwise it would be a lie
And though of my value as a writer i do doubt
Of life and Nature so much to write about
And though from my penning efforts no financial gain
The rhymes are always stirring in my brain
And on paper my simple rhymes i do jot down
Rhymers like me in every country town.