If In My Life Only

If in my life only one poem I did write That at a Poetry Reading someone would recite One short poem worth reciting credited to my name For one like me that would be sufficent fame. One might say I've written a whole heap of stuff Just old fashioned rhyme though not quite good enough For in the changing World of the twenty first century No fool like an old fool the old fool is me. My better days in life sad to say are long gone But I am addictive I keep penning on I am not a poet of that why should I lie But I'll be penning rhymes till the day that I die. Call me an ordinary rhymer or a man of song The rhymes from my pen just keep jingling along I penned my first verses in seventy three And that my best days are behind me does not worry me.