Literature
Henderson
You appear clumsy,
Have faults of your own.
But I feel you're far from lazy,
Though, it's not publicly known.
You're strongly known from words,
A rare spectacle we recall.
Gathered by familiar hordes,
Absurdly admired by all
You're plagued by your weakness,
Obvious weariness and tiresome state.
Yet I still urge you to stay
And force you wide awake.
You have a hard time expressing
what's within your frail heart.
But I can see it through you.
Right from the very start.