You call it stuff or doggerel or call it what you may <br />I've written reams and reams of it and I've known a better day <br />I've got a penning addiction that would seem fair to say <br />But few of us near perfect or so 'twould seem that way. <br /> <br />When I look in the mirror an ageing bloke I see <br />And I never use the word poet when I'm describing me <br />And that is just being honest not false humility <br />Self praise seems rather boastful as many would agree. <br /> <br />I had my dreams of wealth and fame going back decades ago <br />But life's not a blooming garden as one like me should know <br />In life as I've discovered there's many an up and down <br />And I've done my share of living far south of my Hometown. <br /> <br />An ageing addictive rhymer just that and nothing more <br />Like the migratory birds on their Wintering grounds far from their Homeland shore <br />But unlike the migratory birds who go home to breed in Spring <br />I remain here on a distant shore and of the Homeland sing. <br /> <br />You can call it stuff or doggerel or what you so decide <br />and you may say I'm low in self esteem or one who lacks in pride <br />I've aged but I have not matured like well fermented wine <br />And what you think about me is your business not mine.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-call-it-stuff-or-doggerel/
