An Addictive Rhymer

I will never be known as a wordsmith of song My rhymes they just jingle and jingle along My best days in life you have said it long gone But addicted to rhyming I keep penning on. In my mid to late twenties at the height of my prime I became addicted to the penning of rhyme And I can't stop penning of that I won't lie To rhyme I will be addicted till the day that I die. I may never be seen as one worthy of note Or know of the respect that's reserved for a poet And though in Big Brothers eyes only the successful do win For to have an addiction should not be a sin. An addictive rhymer that and nothing more For people like me there's never an encore But I'll never give my addiction away For I will be penning until my dying day.