Clumsy Hands - Poem by kipper Stagg
I held a sunbeam in these clumsy hands gentle but so short
Its light shone so brightly that for a moment I was blind,
I had held others before but their light quickly faded to a dull glow!
This sunbeam lit up this dark and gloomy world and it was unlike the others I had caught
It did not fade nor disappear and was kind and within my heart it would flow through my veins.
Glancing upward into the bright sky, the sun smiled and a bird twittered gay
But then a cloud passed across the face of the sun and an old oak tree swayed
A chill passed through the air.
The cloud passed and all at once I noticed the moon in broad daylight
Looking in awe of its majesty I am reminded of my own mortality
But nothing could compare to that majesty I once coveted so dearly
And cherished, Held in these clumsy hands!
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