Queen Of The Road Poem by Frederick Nellist

I've never known a place called home
My own kitchen, meals to cook
A cosy lounge, a fire and book
Confused and lost I've walked alone.

To open my eyes in my own bedroom
A tiny garden to spend time
Do my thoughts commit a crime
Reality leaves me submerged in gloom.

No family, friends or permanent abode
An abandoned shoppers trolley
Carrying unwanted melancholy
Long time uncrowned queen of the road.

I don't ask for much it's already here
Though I'm never past caring
Memories of love and sharing
Why is it then I never shed a tear.