Just For My Own Enjoyment

I have penned rhymes of Nature and of love and of life Of the homeless fellow and the long suffering wife Of life forms of land, oceans and waterways and animals, birds and bees And the soughing of the wind in the branches of the trees On many various subjects i have penned rhymes about But my worth as a rhymer i feel reason to doubt Without much recognition and without wealth or fame Penning rhymes for me has been a hungry belly game I have never referred to myself as a poet Nor i do not feel worthy of literary note I just write for enjoyment and nothing more This is something you may have heard me say before My best days in life to the forever gone But for as long as i can do i will keep on rhyming on The rhymes keep coming to me on paper i jot them down Just for my own enjoyment and not for wealth and renown.