A Favor

I hate to ask a favor ‘Cause it puts somebody out. Of course, to help another Is what friendship’s all about. But being self-sufficient Is the way I like to be, When all that I require Is attended to by me. Yet circumstances sometimes Interrupt with booming voice, Creating situations where I really have no choice. So I’ll quietly inquire Of a relative or friend If what I need taken care of Is a hand that they could lend. If they acquiesce, I’m grateful For their trust I’ve surely earned But I’ll never be relaxed until The favor is returned.