A poem by David Redding.

“Lend a Hand”

O Lord, it is so hard
for those who cried all night
to bear our laughter.
How many have to suffer
through our smiles
for someone else,
when they’ve been out
of smiles so long
it isn’t fair.
What’s a hand to do
that’s been dropped
and left hanging
all alone.
Shaking hands
is no solution.
Every hand needs a
hand to hold it.
Aren’t there enough hands
to go around
until we circle at last
this lonely earth
and no one will be able
to make a fist anymore?