I dropped out of sight
Even while standing next to you
My presence lingers
With no substance to hold
So you go about chasing
Put me back to save
For service should it be
Necessary to fulfill errands
Answers or rides
I press on to be available
That you may someday
see me valuable
Worth a word or two
Maybe a hug worthy
Of a loved one
Of yours
Of us
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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