Mister Nobody
My name is Mister Nobody,
Because nobody knows my name.
Just a shadow on the wall,
And just a ghost in this game.
Was abandoned as a child,
I grew up hard on the streets.
A vacant lot for my home,
A cardboard box for my sheets.
I panhandle just to eat,
Search the dumpster for my clothes.
Use newspaper for a hat,
And wear shoes without the toes.
When I die, I'll die alone;
And my grave will read the same.
Here lies Mister Nobody,
Because nobody knew my name.
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2023
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