Even Though

Even though I've never known success and my better days long gone Always something for to write about so I go penning on Even though some I know do tell me I ought to call it a day Their words of wisdom I ignore I'll never give writing away Perhaps I have a penning addiction a compulsion to write Though few my verses ever read or bother to recite But I thoroughly enjoy penning stuff I write more every day Their words of wisdom I ignore I'll never give writing away Life has not left me wiser only looking old and gray Perhaps to karma this is the price that I have to pay Most people have some hobby and mine is penning stuff For thirty five or thirty six years I have been a rhyming buff A poet is not a rhymer those who know better say But still I go on rhyming with words I love to play My stuff is out of fashion some call it doggerel But I hope in the hereafter there is a poetasters hell.