My Way Poem by Frederick Nellist

No crystal ball so where the way
I'll press onwards but sadly
A person of interest is my name
I suffer fools not gladly
I have been where angels tread
my slate clean and starting anew
Grand illusions I don't endorse
my ambitions modest and few.

Where then future lie hidden stings
your gauntlet accepted win or lose
My survival defines my own purpose
not walking in another mans shoes
A postponed flow of past desires
all I possess hangs by a thread
My honour never under nourished
always well maintained and well fed.