I Write About

Some may call it doggerel and others call it stuff But I'm not one to say enough is enough And though my best days in life one might say long gone Addicted to rhyming I keep penning on. I'd like to keep penning right up till I die For if I told you different I'd be telling you a lie And though to me they do not bring me wealth or renown The rhymes keep coming to me and I pen them down. That I have a penning addiction is hardly in doubt Yet never short of things for to write about From penning down stuff satisfaction I gain The jingles are ever jingling in my brain. I write about Nature I write about life I write of the cruel man who bashes his wife I write of the homeless and the refugee And the beauty in Nature I feel privileged to see. I am not one worthy of the title of poet Nor I never will be seen as one worthy of note But I'd like to live on to be an old man And I hope to keep penning for as long as I can.