I Only Pen Rhymes As A Hobby Poem by Francis Duggan

I Only Pen Rhymes As A Hobby



I only pen rhymes as a hobby since i am a stranger to fame
And in death to me it will not matter if mine is a forgotten name
Wealth and fame is only of benefit to the living since the dead to all feelings are dead
It cannot be said of a dead person that success has gone to her or his head

I have been penning rhymes for a long time since the Fall of nineteen seventy three
What i write below criticism though this matters little to me
I will not be the first or the last one for to die without penning a memorable line
And what others think of me is their own business and their business cannot be mine

I only want to live for to be a better person since in me room for improvement indeed
To think less of me and more of others and help anyone of my helping in need
Any improvement in anyone as a person though it may seem to be quite small
Must surely be looked on as better than not any improvement at all

I used to love reading rhyme poems and old stories in my preteen years as a boy
And now penning rhymes as a hobby is something i really enjoy
And perhaps i will carry on rhyming right up till the day i do die
If i did tell you any different i would only be telling a lie.

Monday, December 12, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: hobbies
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Paul Brookes 12 December 2016

Indeed one can only write for ones self alone and then try to be true if you can to your inner voice I wrote this recently and having read yours I feel it's safe to share it with you Thanks by the way for an interesting piece as you say what I think is my business. If you write for fame or to be discovered if you want power or to be in shiny slim tooled red leather volumes scripted on vellum of if you want praise and admiration to read in public for applause or want proud approbation the cheers of the crowd then you will be no writer but if you write from the heart and write for yourself only trying to be truthful to your inner voice. knowing that fame and fortune are but transient things then my friend, and only then, can you say I am a writer. how long it took me to learn these lessons and learn them well I cannot say and still I cannot say I am a writer.

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