Help Your Self, Doesn'T Mean To Mine

Help Your Self, Doesn't Mean to Mine Written: by Tom Wright 2/7/2019 Some think we run a taxi service, Others think that we're a bank. A few, I'm sure are quick to say, Tom's an eighty year old crank. Some are always needing things, To satisfy a want or yearn. They always use the term borrow, But most times forget to return. One has told me “because you're old, Perhaps you don't recall.” I was quick to tell this person, I thought he a lot of gall. It isn't that I've become uncaring, Or have a heart that now is stone. But Tom no longer has time for this, And just hankers to be left alone.
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