A Helping Hand

I’ll watch my hands move along
as if nothing in the world is wrong.
Day by day, working hard,
keeping true to the task.
I’d ask them, if they could hear,
if it is a strain at all
to keep on moving
all the time, never giving up
in any way.
I don’t suppose they would think so.
It’s what hands do for sure.
If ever some day I lost one
or heaven forbid, lost two,
I could not carry just as much,
or heaven forbid, on at all.
Keep my hands safe and warm.
Lend them to someone else.
Let them hold a Lover’s hand,
and watch them move along.