My many little tales and rhymes
Could be false or true,
I enjoy relating them,
Forgive me, if they`re boring you.
A pen is always kept to hand
So poems I jot down,
Often on a reread
They only bring a frown.
A few have made it to my website
The rest have settled here,
One day, I pray,
I`ll write my masterpiece
But unlikely soon I fear.
If forever it eludes me
At least I had a try,
Also enjoyed myself
Reaching for the sky.
That old saying, 'never give up'
Is registered in my brain,
I hope I can recall that thought
My perseverance to retain.