Old Jack The Poet

A thousand poems at least worthy of note Have been written by the old bard 'Jack the Poet' And since they dismiss his verse as doggerel His words for the literary critics 'go to hell' He might have known fame in another time For ninety per cent of his verses rhyme And a century back he well might have been great But everything has got it's use by date. Three score and twelve years he knows about life Years back to a wealthier younger man he lost his wife Lisa once loved Jack but Jack was always poor And there's more to life than love and that's for sure. Despite his years he still has dreams of fame That his will be a legendary name And when he dies his verses will live on And that he won't be forgotten when he's gone. All people of all races much the same In that they would prefer glory to shame The lust for fame a universal thing Who would rather be a pauper than a king? . And old Jack the poet too has his dreams of fame And that one day he will receive great acclaim And in the literary world he will be one of note And that people will say this man was a poet.