For nothing, thank you

So he asked for a loan
But not a word did he say
For he judged him worthless
Of any sort of honour

He kept his face like a jotter
On which nothing is written
And him looking for a pen
Ready to write a plea

There are people like that
Whose lives are full of pity
Because they can give nothing
Not even to themselves

So ask for favour if you will
No and no, thanks for nothing.

Bose .