My hopes of success are beginning to fade
As a writer I feel I will not make the grade
From writing not many know of wealth and fame
And penning for most a hungry belly game
My best days behind me I've lost out to time
But I remain as one who is addicted to rhyme
Most have their addictions and in truth I must say
That I'm one who cannot give penning away
Not many I know are as addictive as I
And I will be penning stuff 'til the day that I die
Most have their addictions and I have got mine
I am one who has penned many a slipshod line
My best days behind me and forever gone
Yet to appease my addiction I keep on penning on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem