A Favor

I hate to ask a favor
‘Cause it puts somebody out.
Of course, to help another
Is what friendship’s all about.

But being self-sufficient
Is the way I like to be,
When all that I require
Is attended to by me.

Yet circumstances sometimes
Interrupt with booming voice,
Creating situations where
I really have no choice.

So I’ll quietly inquire
Of a relative or friend
If what I need taken care of
Is a hand that they could lend.

If they acquiesce, I’m grateful
For their trust I’ve surely earned
But I’ll never be relaxed until
The favor is returned.