Till The Day I Do Die

I well may be in the twilight of my life span And if living in ten years i will be an old man My mind and body has lost most of the energy of youthful elan But i will go on rhyming for as long as i can The boy of the fifties showing his years in gray And clearly i have known a far better day And though i am years past my physical prime For as long as i can do i will keep penning rhyme Yes the wear of time it is telling on me My memory is not as good as it used to be But rhyming for me is a pleasurable thing And rhyme words to them do have a pleasant ring If i said i would quit rhyming this would be a lie Since i hope to be doing it till the day i do die.