I think I've finally figured it out
Just what it is I am
No more than a rhymer of life
And one mind you, without a plan

I'm here to jot down the elusive word
As it comes to me
How ever long it shows itself
Or however brief

In hopes at the time
They make some sort of sense
And when it is I get to the end
I start all over again

With another subject
As one catches my eye
With another rhyme
That happens to scratch my mind

Yes, I think I've finally figured it out
Just what it is I am
A simple rhymer of life
That has hold of a pen