Where Is Me Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Where is me

Doubtlessly worked too hard
-but still I shall not
-sleep or just lie down
-complain that I die

My knees hurt and my arms
-wounded are body parts
-but none is excuse
-to sleep or lie down
-complain that I die

A man's best medicine
-is working hard and hard
-to cure the hardship
-by more work till used to
-not sleep, lying down
-complain that I die

Yesterday when came back
-acted like a useless silly man
-was not firm as must be
-went to bed was lazy
-and slept while lied down
-complained that I die

I hate me to be so
-where is my old Nassy
-he was not clumsy
-and stood to hardship
-did not want laziness
-never whined, neither nagged
-must sleep or lie down
-complain that I die

Where is my old Nassy?
Where is my old Nassy?
Where is my old Nassy?

This lazy useless man
Is not me, is not me!
Is not me, is not me!