I Hope To Be Rhyming

I never could warrant the title of poet Nor am i one worthy of literary note I am just a rhymer and little else more This is something you may have heard me say before Many Seasons have passed since i penned my first rhyme In nineteen seventy three that is going back in time When i was twenty seven and my hair was dark brown In a far away place by a far away town By Nature to rhyme i am often inspired Of singing her praises i could never grow tired I do love her today as in Seasons long gone Her beauty forever destined to live on I am not a poet just a mere rhyming buff Though i am one who has penned pages of stuff The years have left me looking old bald and gray But i hope to be rhyming till my last night and day.