I wish I could help
But I can’t, I can’t
I lack the autonomy,
Forced to plant
My feet on the bars
Of this creaking fence
And dole out excuses
Of common sense
Help
Being Terrific
“I’m fine!” she says
Her most optimistic tone
All circuits revved
Tits and teeth on the phone
Hear her – peacock-proud
“Oh, never better, my love!”
Fanning every cloud
As it pours from above
“No problem!” Hits
With its usual grin
As she pits her wits
Helping others to win
“Right away, it’s done”
Dropping everything now
She will be the one
Fixing matters somehow
Shoving all her plans
To the back of the queue
Just to understand
How best her skills may serve you
“Never mind” she waves
Putting on a good face
Rearranging days
So she’s able to race
To the rescue cry
Both of friend and of foe
For she’ll always try
To be there for each woe
How she longs to sit
In a chair on her own
And let others get
Used to coping alone
But she’ll never rest
Not while someone’s in pain
So she’s still the best
And no one can complain
