If only everyone could have a helping hand
just even once in a while
what a difference it would make
the hand that leads to a smile
When you’re down when you’re low
the hand that lifts you up
when you’re lost when you’re alone
the hand that shows you’re not
When things go well, when the job is done
a hand that pats your back
when you fall and struggle to get back up
the hand that leads the way
If everyone for just one moment would reach out their hand
to those who struggle to those who succeed to those who try again
how many would it help whose life would it change
if the hand belongs to you it might be yours
There are those called friend
As I was going back through my MySpace blog copying over the poems I had written there, I came across the first poem I ever posted online in August 2006. All those writings brought back so many memories. So, I thought I would share my first one again 🙂
Deborah Horton Writing 