What Is Our Due

Though i am not what one would call a literary success The feelings i have in rhyming words i express I've been called a poetaster but suppose i could have been called worse A rhyming addiction is my life time's curse I am one who has written a whole heap of stuff And for many years i have been a rhyming buff And though my worth as a rhymer i have reason to doubt I am never short of things for to write about It is true about poets they are born not made Though all writers needed in the wordsmith trade I used to daydream that i would be a poet Or someone quite worthy of literary note But daydreams are just that and seldom come true And life only does give us what is our due.