One should have a hand or two spare,

To ease the burden and lighten the pain,

Life gets heavier if you don’t share,

Trouble comes falling like rain,

Little overindulgence need a huggers care,

For you’ll lay past an alarm,

You’ll miss the transport,

Blame you’ll most surely find,

And when it piles up, you will feel stares,

You’ll even imagine and take on disdain,

And you’ll still need to steady clear,

Power through the shame,

For when headache spreads, love’s there.