Poor me!

“Please help me”, he cried,
and I stood by his side
“Help me, then help me some more”
I let him offload;
his problems so flowed
until helping became just a chore

“Why do you not help?”
His voice was a yelp
“I cannot until you decide
to take some advice
and not even think twice
about dropping your ego and pride”

He looked quite perplexed,
and what happened next
was bewildering to say the least
He fell at my feet
and continued to bleat
of the troubles he had with his ‘beast’

“I’ll say just once more
before I turn a bore
You must drop your pride or face the fall”
Yet still he could not
understand what he ought
And he hammered his fist through the wall

I looked and then sighed.
Could I still be his guide
or must he abide with his lot?
I was keen to assist,
but he would so persist
in not helping himself – not a jot

He was lost in his mind,
he just could not unwind
My vigour was all but deplete
I could now sink or swim;
go all out on a limb
Try to ‘fix’ him or concede defeat

The bubble then burst
as I chose to put first
My own needs above his complications
Now I feel so content
at my rapid ascent
Having built up some solid foundations

What I’m trying to say
in my own little way
Is that sometimes you just can’t succeed
When you’re fighting alone
at what others bemoan
And they’ve no real desire to be freed

When feeding off kindness,
a strange type of blindness
can overcome those who can’t see
that they DO have a choice
and the right to rejoice
no matter what others decree

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