No Win No Loss

No winner no loser
I'm just a passing poetry soldier
basking in the shade of white blanket snow
I feel no glamour nor the cold

At my oldish age
standing in the
For whom the bell tolls
one day I too will go up
in smoke as in cigarettes rolls

No tears need be shed
I was just another bloke
trying to with poetic stalwarts cope

many kicked me like a football into the sky
but sad I could not fly

Born with clipped wings
I gradually rose
with the perfumes of a
red and lovely Rose
you all have smelled
I suppose

now soon you may wish to cherish
as towards eternity I'm about to perish
speeds up the Viking
for a one short time melody
call it lovedly

I'm no winner in this life
shall never be

Yes in your eyes
a loser could I be