HandsA Poem by Brenden MoranWhen one needs a considerate hand, A stretching hand of faultless delicacy, Many persons may extend their hand. But the hand of a gentle Samaritan Is a hand of opportunity and timing. You cannot pull a friend up by the hand, Unless their hand already stretches for yours. And you must treat their hand with care, For a slip of the mouth is a slip of the hand. A gentle and tender frame with strong hands Can protect their hands from worldly troubles. But if we are ill fit as caregivers to their hands, We must be responsible for neglected hands. And if we let them by, their hands may go coarse; The world passes by no hands in its fell sweep. And only a friend can nourish hands left unkempt. For if we do not reach stretched hands before us The Devil’s hands shall surely snatch them all away.
© 2012 Brenden MoranAuthor's Note
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