Irony Poem by John A. Hancock

They tell me I am humorous
They say that I am kind
The speak of me as a good friend
For ne'er a request I would decline
They call me when in distress
Seeking knowledge in my head confined
They know I will always help them
For my door is always open all the time
Upon my shoulders they have wept
To many I've lent a sympathetic ear
In their darkest hours supported them
When confronted with their fears
Though I am truly humbled there is
One irony beholding me from above
No matter how much I am needed so
I'm still not good enough to love