Bits & Pieces

I have been a new recruit changed to soldier
and someone with a weep-upon shoulder
I have even been younger but never yet older
I do not remember the luxury of a stroller
but I know the smell and peace of a barstool
when some of them thought I was in school
but in sister's lounge waiting for my turn at pool
I never put a dime on the table, I am no fool
I know my worth and my thirsts
and know that I was never cursed