Iliterate Poet

A dumping ground for my works in progress.

12 Mar 2011

Its Only A Hand

How a human spirit can be set free, by a kind hand up
To offer up a chance for someone to grow.
And a treasured gift you did bestow, for if you hadn't
Then all of that potential was squashed and repressed
And the World once again was stabbed in the chest
So know that your gift lives on, in a perpetual spin
You made a world well again, you helped with a hand
To heal the pain, so don't ever think that it's all in vein
Circuits of hands, currents of love, powering humanity.

4 comments:

Thank you my hands clap to your words and reaches out .. :)) loving your words beez :))
 
Beez, thanks for your kind comment. Gotta hand it to ya :))
 
Aww, Gwylym, that's lovely.
Eden
 
Very sweet.
 

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