It's an umbrella,
though you may think it's
not just an umbrella
but a unique umbrella
since it's been in your family
since your grandpa
was a university student
and in the rain it
becomes a useful umbrella
or a useless one
as the case may be
but still it's an umbrella
(a unique one,
by your family history)
though, broken, it may
no longer be an umbrella
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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