Poor Fool 【SIMPLE – 2025】

Silas was not a wicked man; he was simply a very poor fool. He lived in a cramped attic room that smelled of old paper and boiled cabbage, his only companions being a stack of overdue library books and a dream too large for his tiny existence. Silas dreamed of being a collector. Not of stamps or coins, but of lost things—buttons, stray keys, bits of string, and secrets dropped on the sidewalk.

Finally, the day arrived. The bird was gleaming, the wing perfectly straight. Silas sat on his fire escape, the setting sun catching the silver. He believed, with all the power of his foolish heart, that the bird would take flight. He opened his hand. Poor Fool

For weeks, Silas spent his meager earnings on polishing clothes and delicate pliers, trying to fix the bird. He didn't eat properly, skipping meals to afford a specific type of silver polish. He neglected his job delivering packages, losing his tips because he was too busy polishing the left wing. Silas was not a wicked man; he was simply a very poor fool