I Used To

I used to daydream that i might be a poet Or somebody worthy of literary note But such thoughts in my mind are forever dead I go into old age as a rhymer instead Of one who from writing knows of wealth and fame In writing few for themselves do make a name I used to love reading rhymes as a schoolboy And writing them nowadays is something i do enjoy And though my worth as a rhymer i have reason to doubt In life and people and nature so much to write rhymes about And i hope to be rhyming till the day i do die If i did tell you different this would be a lie I wrote my first rhymes when in my physical prime In my twenty seventh year this is going back in time This is going back the years four decades and three or so And in retrospect this does seem long ago I used to daydream of a great literary career As i sat on my own in the pub supping beer But daydreams for few people only come true And fame as a writer has not been my due.