The World My Oyster Poem by Frederick Nellist

I'm not a seeker of fortune and fame
I'm a product of careless poses

Never looked in a gift horses mouth
nor slept on a bed of roses

A simple life no commitments made
no silks or fancy trappings

My heartaches and hopes locked away
in a box with brown paper wrappings

Poets call me a knight of the road
I choose where my head is to lay

I was never offered a fixed abode
the world is my oyster some say

No bridges I built but many walls
I've wandered my homeland in vain

Learned to live with unheeded calls
I've prayed but God wont explain.