As l gaze upon these hands today, I see the years gone by
Some sorrow, joy and happiness, a bit of misery.
As I take inventory, I am pleased with what I see
Hands that were given to another to help him through his toil.
A hand just in friendship as I meet him on the street
And greet him a good morning, or evening as it be,
With a smile and how’s the family, even if you know.
All those things, important, to show that you care.
Your hand that offers help, should you find him in need
The burst of sunshine in his face you see, is your return.
He is a fellow man with problems, maybe he did not earn.
It is your pleasure, a satisfaction, that you’re .
As I gaze upon these hands today, I see other times
When things were dark and dreary, on another street.
As I walked with slower steps, I chanced to meet
A friend who said, Good day, hurriedly, to go his way.
It was then I made a vow to say, how are you today.
His look was downcast, I saw that he was troubled,
But he smiled, said, I’ve lost my job, I’m befuddled.
My friend, come with me, I’ll do what I can
My Fellow Man
Copyright ©2010 Charles E. Frost
November 24 2010