A look of pain
Iím and see no cure quick,
I boast not but weep being old, weak and sick.
Iím lost arrow though, put in nationís bow,
Use me again if the nation thinks so,1
The literal version of line 3 and 4 is as follows:
In nationís quiver Iím lost arrow though,
I am fit to be used from the same bow.
Basic thought:- That my nation has forgotten me.