A Brief Autobiography

I ran a few road races in the colours of Millstreet But I was never much of an athlete One could say I just took part in the race And I always finished well out of a place. I had a go at Soccer and Gaelic football But at those I wasn't any good at all Just one more hack who never made the grade Good players like poets are born they cannot be made. And now I am one who pens doggerel Though of any literary success sadly I cannot tell And though years ago I did daydream of fame In the literary World just one more unknown name. And though success I cannot claim to know At least at some things I did have a go 'Tis not true that we can be what we choose For one to win so many have to lose. A brief Autobiography in slip-shod rhyme Of one three decades beyond his physical prime and very close now to his use by date And without any success to celebrate.