Long, narrow halls breed echo
or do they reach out to the walls,
beckoning their dormancy
to help silence their repetitive mumurs;
And, everyone needs a helping hand -
every now and again.
Mighty Oaks cast shade and romance,
or do they call on Mother Nature
for feed and drink, to enhance
growth, rapture;
And, everyone needs a helping hand -
every now and again.
La Tour Eiffel points towards deity,
or does its grand acerical soar-
on its graphic, empirical history,
our human intrigue for the 'strange';
And everyone needs a helping hand -
every now and again.
There was this old woman praying
over the bedside of a New Yorker,
jingling beads awakened his Death;
'Your Heart has been opened and blest, this day',
she whispered in his head...then disappeared.
'Everyone needs a helping hand',
said the lucky man he was!
FjR-MMXV
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem