What You Do With Your Life

What you do with your life it does suit me fine You have your addictions and I have got mine You are a compulsive artist and I dabble in rhyme And both of us many years beyond life's prime You cannot understand why I keep scribbling away Without recognition or without any pay For penning and penning but I keep on penning on Though my better days are long over and gone By not understanding your own self you cannot understand me Since you too are addictive but that you cannot see Your paintings do look good to me compared to my doggerel But we share one thing in common our work we cannot sell You tell me to stop penning but your advice I ignore And you continue on painting and I pen on some more.