Fit For Purpose Poem by Frederick Nellist

Many things I should have done
battles lost I should have won
Words unspoken only silence said
fools and horses are easily led.

Golden chances, did not comprehend
counting cost or need of a friend
Lessons that I should have learned
many times my fingers got burnt.

My wayward footprints so often led
places where angels fear to tread
Melancholy and sad as often I am
I'm ready to fight not give a damn.

A hard life one constant struggle
mixed emotions difficult to juggle
No answers just stand and stare
is it me at fault or life not fair.

Doubts galore assault my thinking
accepting blows not even blinking
My way of life not yet condemned
Is my way of being up to the end.