This old man will soon reach a fifty
And I am sure you’ll find him so nifty
If you don’t You have not found
What things he has that won’t cause a frown
This fifty year old, I’m sure was told
That he could never ever have sold
That he had talents inside of him
That could help others pick up their chin
His poems are stupid, crazy and bold
And if he tried just might be sold
But it tw’ill probably be many years
Before they make a mark upon
The world, or maybe only a few will know
This crazy Ron that wrote them so
If you read this a hundred years
From now you know it wasn’t clear
That he had made a mark in time
Until he was long gone from mind
By Ronald Gainsford
© 2000 Ronald Gainsford
BY RGAI
