Many Seasons Ago

Many Seasons ago when in my life's prime
I became addicted to the penning of rhyme
For some thirty eight years i have been a rhyming buff
And one might say i have written a whole heap of stuff
Suppose everyone is addictive in some sort of a way
Penning of rhyme my addiction i write every day
Though i am not seen as one worthy of literary note
Without even the status of a minor poet
I write for the love of it little else more
This is something you may have heard me say before
The sort of rhymes i pen are not hard to write
And simple to read and easy to recite
But i enjoy rhyming of that why should i lie
And i hope to keep writing till the day i do die.
Saturday, April 2, 2016
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