What If Poem by Francis Duggan

Getting on in years and decades past my prime
And i only live now for to pen one more rhyme
An addictive rhymer i pen every day
Tis just a bad habit i cannot give away
By Nature i always have felt so inspired
And of singing her praises i could never grow tired,
Her birds and her animals, her insects and bees
Her flowers and her plants and her blossoming trees
Tis of Nature's wonders i most like to write
The sunshine of day and the moonshine of night
And what if for my verses i never get paid
And what if as a writer i do not make the grade
And what if my efforts are not good enough
The lust it is in me for penning more stuff.