Some tell me i am one who has wasted so much precious time
On writing on Nature and people and places in old fashioned rhyme
Though to their advice though well intended i pay little heed
For to keep on penning in me there's the need
For many years now i have been a rhyming buff
And true i have written a whole heap of stuff
But what i enjoy doing why should i give away
I hope to keep penning till my life's last day
My worth as a rhymer i always do doubt
But there's always so much for one to write about
I no longer aspire to for to be a poet
Nor am i one worthy of literary note
My best days in life to the forever gone
But i do love rhyming so i will keep rhyming on
I'm just an aging rhymer that and nothing more
And that is something you may have heard me say before.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem