I am such a fool
Im a unwanted tool
Residing at the bottom of the tool box
Decaying rusting unwanted to all
I cling to false hope of friend
And help them to things mend
I try my best to give my best
But they just fling me back beneath the rest
I gave my all to help again
But to try to speak im the lowest of men
It proves Im the least important tool of all
So back to the bottom of the tool box again i fall
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem