Aging Writer

In these dark and desolate times I have discovered I'm out of rhymes The messages are lame And so many poems the same But it's a struggle to find new words Just fighting to be heard I'm not proud of everything I write But I'm proud of the effort to do it right And how I started with limericks I found a lifelong passion that sticks Always afraid I ran out of words I surprise myself Every time I add a new poem to the shelf But see I'm selfish because I write for me Because it is what sets my mind free And the joy of verbal vacation Is what fuels my heart with elation It's so cathartic to write how I truly feel When my heart is bleeding emotion it's real But time continues to match on And it's true that one day I'll be gone I just want to leave a legacy that lives forever So for now I'll keep on with the endeavor Hoping even if the rhymes are the same Nobody would say my effort is lame