In Fourteen Lines Poem by Francis Duggan

In fourteen lines there is not much one can say
About life, Nature and love in the World of today
Though for to describe such things in depth would take pages of stuff
For one like me fourteen lines seems quite enough
A silly old bugger who dabbles in rhymes
And not an inspired one at the best of times
My better days by now one might say long gone
But to rhyme I'm addicted and i keep penning on,
In fourteen lines one does not have much of room
To write about love or of wildflowers in bloom
Or the hard or the easy lives of which people do know
In just fourteen lines you do not have much room to show
Your knowledge on love, life and Nature on land and in sea
But penning fourteen lines seems hard enough for me.