Help Poem by Patrick Odimba

Mr Help lives in a known world
He has no profile but a 4 lettered word,
Inherits and owned nothing but a good messenger.
On a ride, he is either called by the driver or passenger especially during danger,
He practice love and lust never.


He feeds on nothing and works for nothing,
Used for business and never gets a penny,
humble and respectful even when hungry,
Always called to work but never called to eat,
You and I owe Mr.Help a lot,
We ought to appreciate his efforts.