It hardly matters if my verses are not much good and it hardly matters if I am past my prime <br />And life for me it would go on as usual If I were not to write another rhyme <br />For three decades now I've been an old style rhymer and penning rhymes a thing I do enjoy <br />But there is more to life than penning verses and life goes on when the inspiration well runs dry. <br /> <br />But one of our greatest gifts the gift of memory and our good memories are with us until the day we die <br />And I still have memories of the pipits singing in Summer in the fields of Lisnaboy <br />And I was young then ten years or eleven and meadows scented sweetly of hay in July <br />But time and tide 'tis said doesn't wait for anyone and on looking back those years just seemed to fly. <br /> <br />And life goes on no matter who comes or goes and birds will build their nests and lay their eggs in Spring <br />And hatch to life the future generation of feathered songsters born to fly and sing <br />The sexual drive is the gift of survival it's in the animal and bird and man <br />And few humans ever live to see one hundred Summers and three score and ten for us the average span. <br /> <br />And life it goes on for the ageing rhymer and rhymers many though the poets are few <br />And make the most of life whilst health is with you for the Reaper who will claim me will claim you <br />I was in Primary School back in the fifties and look at me now my hair is silver gray <br />But I retain some very happy memories and those good memories have not aged a day.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-life-goes-on/
