From todays prompt:
Disullusioned and disheartened I sit myself down,
drink my herbal infusion and try not to frown –
pull myself together as I absorb the sad news;
Now to grant you a favour, I cannot refuse.
I’ll divide my own time now, between you and I
– just call if you need me, by day or by night,
so your burden’s much lighter, then maybe some day
you’ll be there to support me in much the same way.