Hands

February 2, 2011
By yellowflower SILVER, Basking Ridge, New Jersey
yellowflower SILVER, Basking Ridge, New Jersey
8 articles 0 photos 47 comments

The child lies in the middle
Of an open road
Empty hands lie limp
Shirt torn
Skin smeared with the dirt
Of a man less fortunate

This child is waiting
The world
Playing a game of uneven
give and take
he doesn’t know what fairness feels like

Then as the light drifts through
The clean clouds
That hover in the dreary sky

A hand reaches out
For hope
For Dreams
For the child

the child rises
an angel touched smile
graces his face
he is happy

We know this child
We know this hand
Who are we?
Where are our hands



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This article has 6 comments.


on Feb. 24 2012 at 11:19 am
yellowflower SILVER, Basking Ridge, New Jersey
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thanks! :)

on Feb. 24 2012 at 11:19 am
yellowflower SILVER, Basking Ridge, New Jersey
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thanks! :)

on Feb. 22 2012 at 11:28 am
beautifulspirit PLATINUM, Alpharetta, Georgia
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Favorite Quote:
The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.
--Eleanor Roosevelt

The poem speaks of hope for the future in a slowly dying world. Overall, it possesses a good message, and the stanzas are broken in a great way. But I feel you could've added more lines.

on May. 30 2011 at 8:22 am
yellowflower SILVER, Basking Ridge, New Jersey
8 articles 0 photos 47 comments
Thank you!

on May. 29 2011 at 4:18 pm
Raytheraym PLATINUM, Belton, Missouri
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...Wow...so deep and meaningful. Great job! :)

on Feb. 15 2011 at 11:38 am
kat.tennis. BRONZE, Basking Ridge, New Jersey
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I love this poem! Its sad, but happy at the same time! (:


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