Drifter

Some men seem born to do great things, Some seem destined to fail. To some misfortune ever clings -- Or so the weaklings wail.

I drifted through this life of mine, For years beyond recall. But as long as I refuse to whine, I don't feel licked at all!

I’ve known strange cities, lonely nights, Raw hunger and cruel cold, And have seen my share of tragic sights, That’s why I am young-old.

I’ve numbered friends amongst the great, When I was doing well. I’ve tasted hope, I’ve tasted hate, I’ve known a prison’s hell.

Yet through it all something I’ve kept, Something I’m proud is mine; Though oft in misery I've slept, .. And wept... I did not whine!