Verses and Rhymes

The sun comes up, the sun goes down- The moon always follows-round and round, A girl comes out the door homeward bound, So walking to her car she is found. I've always wanted to make a rhyme, Where the right word came all of the time, With this silly ditty, I'll bet you a dime That everything I wanted turns out fine. I've always loved a lovely verse- Ever since I became a nurse, And all of my patients loved to hear All of my caring words of cheer. When patients are sick and lay dying- Their families stand around crying, All they ever wanted to hear, Were words of courage and good cheer. And now I am seventy and four, No more do I have to do these chores, But I'll be making verses and rhymes, Until I'm at the end of my time.