Ode To An Eraser Poem by Hebe Bella

Maybe nobody cognize you.
Nobody thought of you as special.
Nobody can feel your existence.
But when they make a mistake,
they start to look for you.
You are like the soilder in the war,
waiting for your leader to give you an order.
Even though the only thing you can do is to wash of people's mistakes.
you sarcrifies your body.
To help people do it right.
Your never complained,
even when people trashed your new cloth.
You never complained,
even when you are no longer the shape you come out as.
your have a dirty body but a clean heart.
your just silently work fo us.