Little old forgettable me..
Too unassuming for everyone to see..
I'm overlooked, talked down and forgotten...
Maybe it's me, I'm rotten
To everyone I'm just a silly clown box...
The village idiot, the laughing stalk..
I shall be gone soon my so called friends..
So you all can have your festival with light shows abd live bands..
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I would like to translate this poem
I get sad feelings by this poem.Nice writing.