One Addicted To Rhyme Poem by Francis Duggan

One addicted to rhyme i have penned reams of stuff
Some of it not all bad and some not good enough
To me 'tis like a drug i feel compelled to write
whilst others watch t v I pen on through the night
One of the under-class and a stranger to renown
A bloke from Claraghatlea just west of Millstreet Town
A Godless sort of a bloke in that i am not alone
Let the one without sin be first to cast the stone
The road of life for most is uphill all of the way
And the climb on us more hard as we grow old and gray
In the penning of rhyme i have not found wealth or fame
As many will tell you 'tis a 'hungry belly game'
But i will go on writing rhyme for as long as i can
The flesh it can be weak i am an addictive man.