Just One More Ageing Fellow

I am only months short of my sixty third year And I only cling to life because death I do fear Never been a soldier or known to be brave And the Last Post will never be played at my grave. I am one of those fellows who pens doggerel The stuff few do read and that I cannot hope to sell I have written one might say a whole heap of rhyme Though to write for love of it cannot be a crime. My best days in life to the forever gone But true to my calling I keep penning on If I said I'd quit penning that would be a lie I will be making rhymes I do hope till I die. Just one more ageing fellow that time has left gray And the clock on my life it keeps ticking away I am one who fears death I am not a brave man And I will live on for as long as I can.