What You Do With Your Life Poem by Francis Duggan

What you do with your life it does suit me fine
You have your addictions and I have got mine
You are a compulsive artist and I dabble in rhyme
And both of us many years beyond life's prime
You cannot understand why I keep scribbling away
Without recognition or without any pay
For penning and penning but I keep on penning on
Though my better days are long over and gone
By not understanding your own self you cannot understand me
Since you too are addictive but that you cannot see
Your paintings do look good to me compared to my doggerel
But we share one thing in common our work we cannot sell
You tell me to stop penning but your advice I ignore
And you continue on painting and I pen on some more.