You Never Stop Learning

For to be called a poet I am not good enough And though my rhymes may seem slipshod and simple and rough I will keep on penning for as long as I can Since writing does make me a happier man. I cannot understand those who talk of writers drought Since in life and Nature so many things to write about And there's far more to Nature and life than the birds and the bees Or the sound that the freshening wind makes in the trees. From Nature and life we learn new things each day And you never stop learning though the years leave you gray And the more that we learn the more our realization grow That so little of people, life and Nature we know. I used to dream I might be a minor poet But what matter who is or is not worthy of note Since there is a last day and last night for us all To the scythe of the reaper we eventually must fall. I'm an ageing poetaster since facts never lie But I'll keep on penning 'til the day I die And though I'm not one of those who mature like good wine What you think of me is your business not mine.