One Well May Describe Me

One well may describe me as quite a rhyme buff And I'm one of those who has penned heaps of stuff That literary critics dismiss as mere doggerel The type of stuff I pen is the type that doesn't sell. I never refer to myself as a poet Or neither am I one of literary note I just have this addiction that compels me to write The stuff that few bother for to read or recite. The passing of the Seasons has left me looking gray And physically I've known a far better day But I want to live for as long as I can And die in my sleep as a very old man. I've loved Mother Nature since I was a boy A blessing in life that is mine to enjoy In Nature there is so much beauty to see It is all around us on land and on sea. Compared to some my crosses not heavy to bear Though I'm into my sixties and showing life's wear An ageing poetaster often racked by self doubt Though I'm never short of things to write about.