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.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2016
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