The Rhymes In My Soul Poem by Francis Duggan

Though nothing of importance I have for to say
The rhymes in my soul they keep bubbling away
And though they never will bring to me wealth and renown
They keep coming to me and I pen them down
Four years with three decades that is going back in time
I was twenty seven when I penned my first rhyme
One can say my best years in life are long gone
And I must be addictive for to keep penning on
Without monetary reward or success or fame
For me penning verse is a 'hungry belly game'
And Nature is the one that I truly admire
Of singing her praises could one ever tire
In ten years from now I will be an old man
But I will keep writing for as long as I can.