Just An Aging Bloke

I am just an aging bloke who with rhyme words likes to play But for my rhyming efforts i do not receive any pay Some tell me at rhyming i should call it a day But what i enjoy doing why should i give away The rhyming bug it is embedded in me I have been penning stuff since nineteen seventy three In years this is going back decades ago And this thing known as time it has become my foe I have never pretended for to be a poet Nor am i one worthy of literary note Though no shortage of things for to write rhymes about My worth as a rhymer i always do doubt Of my rhyming addiction i will never be free And a rhymer at best is the best i can be.