TALK IN RIDDLES

Talk in riddles

A poor sinner like me
Feel tired out
And
I'm all mixed up.

Am I not my friend?
Am I not my love?
Or
Am I being stupid?

But I'm sort of glad
'cause it is my turn
Why
Am I my brother's keeper?

Then I got wise to them
At last I am free of mine
But
Don't hold me to it...