I’m not sure.

Broken.

Useless.

Lost and forgotten.

Tossed aside and left to rot.

The fool is worthless if he cannot dance.

Sit him on a shelf,

To collect dust until he’s needed.

Waiting,

Yearning.

Just wanting to be needed,

No matter how the fool was used.

The cracks in the fool belong to those,

Never wanted till he’s needed.

Always there waiting.

Dance,

Dance.

Set him back up,

Or throw him on the floor.

He’ll still be there waiting.