neighbour's food

"you child begs my children for food"
the neighbours always complained to my mother
thats a memory past that still lingers sometimes
I did not know what begging was
all I knew was that their food smelt good
I wanted to try it
when they had to leave in the middle of playtime to eat,
what was I supposed to do
sit and wait for them to return
as a 5 year old I followed.

my pride was hurt whenever I got scolded for begging,
begging for food when I had lots at home
these things were way over my head as a 5 year old
why did I always go to their house?
I don't know because they are my friends?
but truth was I never remembered begging,
I was living in the moment,
an innocent moment shouldn't be taken as anything else

Now I remember why I never asked for help,
because the lesson I learnt
was don't ask anybody for anything
lest they take credit for your success
now I'm 24 and I realize no man is an island
and I remember why I've been an island this long
because of my neighbours food.