I do know that my rhymes are a bit rough
Or that i never will be seen as good enough
To be honored with the title of a poet
I am not worthy of such literary note
Yet since i was in my life's physical prime
I am one who has penned many a rhyme
An addictive rhymer who will never know of wealth and fame
To me penning stuff is a hungry belly game
My better days in life in the long gone
But i love rhyming and i will rhyme on
If i told you different this would be a lie
As a rhymer i live and as a rhymer i will die
And suppose i will be doing it on my life's last day
What i enjoy doing why should i give away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are a good rhymer, my friend You do not need a helping hand For God sake, you are really good Yes, you need money, water, and food God will take care of my poet I am happy to say that you're not a puppet.