The Last Of The Rhymers Poem by Francis Duggan

What hair he has left on his balding head with age whiter than gray
And clearly he has seen a far better day
His sight it is failing and yet he does write
And at the Local his poems he does recite.

For the writing of poetry he is very well known
And at rhyming he is in a class of his own
In his early eighties in time quite a span
He hopes to live to be a very old man.

His poems have all the human feelings joy, laughter and tears
And he has been penning verse for six decades of years
And that in itself is a very long time
Without doubt the town's oldest person of rhyme.

A happy old fellow he is a good bloke
One who can spin a good yarn and laugh at a joke
The last of the rhymers of the coastal town
And that in itself a just claim to renown.