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