I'm not a poet I never said that I was <br />I commenced penning in my physical prime <br />When I was twenty six or twenty seven <br />Some thirty five years that's going back in time <br /> <br />Perhaps I would be growing old in prison <br />If penning of doggerel was outlawed as a crime <br />I have been penning stuff for many Seasons <br />One might say reams and reams of slipshod rhyme <br /> <br />On Life and Nature there is so much to write on <br />I keep on penning more stuff every day <br />I just write on without much recognition <br />An amateur of sorts in every way <br /> <br />Just for the love of it I would have to be addictive <br />The good writers they do make writing pay <br />Some ask me why do I persist in writing <br />I just love to write to them is all I say <br /> <br />I've written about Life and Love and Nature <br />Of things I have imagined and I've seen <br />Of people that I have met on my travels <br />And of places that to I have never been <br /> <br />I write of people I have known for decades <br />I honour old friends who have passed away <br />I write on through the good and not so good times <br />I write on though the years have left me gray <br /> <br />All of you who claim that I am a poetaster <br />I cannot say with you I disagree <br />Yet to write of People and of Life and Nature <br />Is happiness enough in life for me <br /> <br />A pleasant enough day of breeze and sunshine <br />A magpie fluting on a blackwood tree <br />And the rhymes in my poetaster brains are stirring <br />When the magpie lark in the park sings pee wee.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-m-not-a-poet-i-never-said-that-i-was/
