A Poem: Gifted Hands

Every breathing human being has a gift
I speak not as a yeast in a forklift
So, please don't let your gift drift
Grease it and cherish it and it, lift


Gifted Hands that write
Do so with all your might
Gifted Hands that draw
Polish that and don't let a flaw


Gifted voice that sings
Don't hide in shyness ring
Gifted legs that play
Never let the ball stay


Gifted brains that design
Never let your ideas resign
Gifted Hands that mould
Never let it get cold



Gifted Hands that weave
Never let the spindle leave
Gifted Hands that wash
Expect yourself in moneys wash


In every hand is a key
A key that'll from poverty set you free
Discover it and experience freedom
Polish it and have your kingdom.


© Daniels Pen ™✍️✍️✍️✍️ 2020.