I cannot offer you my wisdom:

Bullets shooting

To turn ignorance into red dust.

I cannot offer you my success:

Bands marching

To the beat of my drummer.

I cannot offer you my wit:

Night club singer crooning

To make you laugh and blush.

I cannot offer you my strength:

Adonis in a mirror

To catch your hurried glance.

I can offer you my foolishness:

Drunkard stumbling

Too early in the day.

I can offer you my failure:

Left feet tripping

Too clumsy to stand.

I can offer you my stuttering:

Gears grinding

Too jagged to glide.

I can offer you my weakness:

Broken and straining

Too small to be Atlas.

Will you accept?