If I Did Tell You

For so long a rhyming buff Perhaps i have written too much rhyming stuff That some do dismiss as doggerel And condemn me to the poetasters hell Since for rhyming money i do not receive any pay Some tell me for to give it away But to them i only say I will when i die in some future day Every day more rhymes to write And email to an internet literary site Eventually we all become victims of time But one never runs out of rhyme Though my worth as a rhymer i do doubt So much for to write rhymes about Of Nature's beauty around me In every flowering bush and tree Years ago as a young man i often daydreamed of fame That mine would become a great literary name But daydreams for so few does ever come true Suppose from life we receive what is only our due Though my best days in life in the forever gone I do enjoy rhyming so i will keep on rhyming on And i hope to be doing it on the day i do die For if i did tell you different this would be a lie.