I Will Rather help And Be Hurt Than Not Help Again. Poem by A B Faniki

In my time of need, you thoughtless
Of me and did less to help, regardless
Of the things I did for you when you
Were down when life got the best of you.

With no one else left to help me I turn
To my creator as a last recourse then
He heard my cry in the night and like a mighty
Warrior with a shepherd's staff, he rescued me that

Night. Since then I have been secure and never
Want for a thing and I feel loved forever;
Because he shelters me from harm and reckless
People that just don't care and are heartless.

Here you are today on my doorstep hurt
And in need, I thought of the past and it hurt,
I just could not help you this time, thus
When I start to close my door

My conscience got the best of me and
I gave in to it and let you in and did
Not let you down either; because I will rather
help and be hurt than not help again.