Whenever you need me, I'll help.
Not out of kindness or courtesy,
I will lend a hand, an ear
whatever's asked, especially you.
I'll chop my legs and arms off,
give you whatever's left.
I'll hope you're satisfied,
until you say you aren't.
Because I was always there,
in body, in spirit, in mind.
You will decide to cast me off,
and you'll choose
if I stay alive.
Jan 9
Jan 9, 2026 at 3:39 PM UTC
Whenever you need me, I'll help.
Not out of kindness or courtesy,
I will lend a hand, an ear
whatever's asked, especially you.
I'll chop my legs and arms off,
give you whatever's left.
I'll hope you're satisfied,
until you say you aren't.
Because I was always there,
in body, in spirit, in mind.
You will decide to cast me off,
and you'll choose
if I stay alive.
I tried making a shorter poem, since usually I like going for longer ones. This one is short and more straight to the point.
