O Robô

How much he knows,
Knows how to answer everything.
And what saddens him so much
Is not being human.

With his metal veins
He reasons and knows how to walk.
But what makes him so bad
Is not smiling or crying.

I'm a robot and life is hard
When you're made of tin.
I have no flexibility
And my voice is very annoying.

I will always have some flaw,
I have lost hope.
I was made by man
In his image and likeness.

He never has any doubt,
Tireless and secure.
For all this he is considered
The man of the future.

Being the man of the future
Doesn't excite me much.
Everyone will know everything,
But like me, without a heart.

Adults, always serious,
Only know how to program me.
If they don't play with me,
I'll play with children.