I Am Not What You Would Call Poem by Francis Duggan

I am not what you would call a successful person
To be alive is my only claim to fame
My mum and dad they would not be proud of me
Though I have never brought upon them shame.

A stranger on the street that I do live on
And a stranger to my own self it does seem
And in the bigger World out there many
Who like me know of a low sense of self esteem.

Of fortune and fame many young people daydream
And success mostly centres around money in the Human World we live in
And money does speak every language as some do like to say
And those with plenty of it respect always do win.

For many years now I've been scribbling stuff
The type many pen but few could hope for to sell
The sort of stuff that the literary critics ignore
The name that they have for it is rhyme doggerel.