Identity Crisis Poem by Santhanagopalan Vasudevan

I may not be a life saving drug
But I'm an indispensable everyday meal.
I may not be a precious metal
But I'm a handy tool of steel.

I may not be the finest of wood
But I'm a handle to a wood-cutting axe.
I may not be a royal throne
But I'm an easy chair for you to relax.

I may not be an exotic drink
But I'm a water, for thirst, imperative.
I may not be a twist in the tale
But I'm part of the background narrative.