A Man Of Doggerel

I have penned one might say a lot of rhyme though i do not write that well I am just one of the ordinary a man of doggerel Yet penning rhymes on different things brings lots of joy to me And to rhyme to me is easy as easy as can be The years on me begin to show my better years long gone But i am happy when i am rhyming and i will keep rhyming on I hoped i might become a poet but that is going back in time Perhaps three decades or more ago when i was in my prime That was in my daydreaming days but daydreams seldom come true And from life i am one who receive what only is my due That poets are few and far between is surely not a lie And i will be a rhymer until the day i die Though i will never be a poet i have come to realize Perhaps i will keep rhyming on until my last sunrise.