Wave By Hand Poem by Bill Grace
Wave By Hand
It is a small thing in the urban scene
As we scurry to and fro
Trying to make ourselves valueable to others
Trying to survive or thrive depending on our luck
Or grace of something beyond luck we can not know
It is the inner hand we show
No longer that required by a foe
To manifest the absence of a weapon
Today to show good will
Sometimes even a comradery deep
Although about the mission we do not speak.
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