An Unsuccessful Fellow

An unsuccesful fellow I've written reams of bad rhyme And I would be in prison if penning doggerel was a crime As gray as a badger and years past my life's prime Though we all become victims of old Father time. I now live far south of my old Homeland shore Ten thousand miles having said that maybe more From where I grew to love Nature as a young Schoolboy A walk in the old fields I used to enjoy. The old fields that from me are now far away Yet in fancy I visit them every day The old fields resplendent in their wildflowers of May The beauty we once knew in memory stay. Though they do still retain a place in my heart From my friends of the past I have drifted apart Perhaps some of them try to hide time's decay Pride comes before a fall as some are known to say. All I ask out of life now is to live free of stress And enjoy just a little share of happiness And of cares and worries feel reasonably free This is what success does mean to one such as me.