No More

There is hand held out
Expecting to accept the due
Followed by another hand 
Hoping I come through

A few sets of eyes 
Now stare in my direction
Eager to receive a payment
An amount to they're selection

Doesnt matter how much I have
Or where it is I go
They're the ones who want the help
Though it's me who needs it so 

It is my weight to bare
The help I need I will not ask
I'm always there to lend a hand
Without asking what's the task

So if you want to ask me
If I'll come and help
No will be my answer
It's time to focus on myself

12-26-18
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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