An Inconvenience
An Inconvenience
It’s funny I thought,
How we seem fraught,
When someone needs a hand.
It tars the brush,
And makes us hush,
When they seek future hellos.
For once we’ve stepped in,
We hid from our kin,
When they reach out to us.
Such a shame you see,
Well the joke is on me,
As cake was in the offering.
But now my mind is made,
My time will be saved,
By such and inconvenience!
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