I know that I carry much on my shoulders.
It feels as though I carry thousands of boulders,
But please, do not worry for me.
I'd hate for you to scrape your knee,
Or to stub your toes,
Or muddy your clothes,
Trying to carry this weight with me.
So for your sake, please,
Forget about helping me.
I am infinitely grateful that you choose to stay,
But, I'll cause you no problems if I just keep away,
I'd fear to use you as a stepping stone,
So through a smile I'll make known
that, no thank you, I can do this on my own.
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Author:
Rose Abrilith (
Offline) - Published: July 27th, 2025 10:06
- Category: Friendship
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Comments5
Independence is the theme of this poem. A polite declining of help. Nicely stated
That's a lovely way to say thank you for your offer of help but I am going to do this on my own, enjoyed the read
Excellent write
Relatable response to the previous poem, but I find it interesting that that which seems humble often is the most prideful thing we can do.
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