Just Me Poem by Frederick Nellist

The sad product of careless poses
Never seen a gift horse
Once slept on a bed of roses
Not mine of course.

A simple life of un promised sleep
No fancy trappings
My hopes long since buried deep
In brown paper wrappings.

World my oyster but no fixed abode
A knight of the road instead
Advice Is always written in code
I'm not well read.

Bridges burned, a few built walls
Memories bring me pain
Learned to live with unheeded calls
Even God wont explain.

I once went to a place called war
Some dear friends stayed
Years gone by not needed no more
I'll never have it made.