I`m very quick to admit that I`m thick
I`ve never ever been clever
I must concede most of that that I read
On Ph just ain’t worth my endeavour
I ask who knows what`s poetry or prose?
Rhythm’s a word too absurd to the herd,
They write words in a way that they think looks ok
If rhythm happens it`s by luck it occurred,
,
I`m much too old, a dog to be told
New tricks that`ll fix the mortar and bricks
Of the stuff that I write. As I say I`m not bright
I`m prepared for the stones and the sticks.
Now I`ve turned seventy nine, it`s time I drew a line
I`ve not been ablaze with a phrase to amaze,
Or a great paragraph that would make the world laugh,
So it`s time I was put out to graze.
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Hey, 'ole boy it's never time to be put out to pasture. Great poem. Not enough humor in the world so keep 'em coming! Marilyn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But, my dearest Archie, cattle put out to pasture are the fattest, best of all, and they give the richest milk and cream! So........hang tough, my dear rhyming friend. We need poets like yourself...