If I Told You Differently

I've been cursed at kicked and my face punched but all of this I did survive And in my sixty first year perhaps lucky to be alive I never had a glory hour my better days long gone Life for me seems a battle and still I battle on. Many I've met on my life's journey have only wished me well Whilst a few less complimentary wish me an Earthly Hell The derogatory words of the cruel hearted can feel hurtful to one's pride But the good and not so good in life one must take in one's stride. Of any successes in my life I do not have to tell I am just your average poetaster one who pens doggerel The jingles living in my brain keep jingling all the time I've written reams and reams of stuff since I was in my prime. There are millions worse off than me in the bigger World out there Where millions do grow poorer for every new millionaire Compared to them I'm lucky so many much worse off than me 'Tis a hard road from Poverty Street for those in poverty. For to be a slipshod rhymer is not a claim to fame And in the World of Literature mine is an unknown name But I'll be penning doggerel until the day I die For if I told you differently then that would be a lie.