..............to be his last choice,

Sad,but no more crying in his name,

To be the one without any voice,

I am just rowing life without any aim,

I look back to see memories of rejoice,

But then they can only cause me defame.

Alas, I was never even a last choice,

In the tries,I just brought back a lot of shame,

Who was I? Just the annoying noise,

I was never worth to make any claim,

I don;t feel anything to hold me in poise,

Maybe help me, light a match and put me to flame.