Founder's Canon
Rate this poem:
0.0 (0 ratings)
Text size:
f you are here and reading this
I probably understand
Why you are desperate, searching
For a single helping hand
Amid these middle fingers
That this world thrusts right at you
You’re seeking some relief
Some kind of peace to guide you through
I come to you and write this
In hopes that when you stretch
Your arms into the crowd
My hand’s the one you catch
I’m here if you should need me
Yes, for you, reading this now
I’ll help in any way I can
If you’ll just tell me how
Comments (0)
This blank space is peacefully awaiting your first thought!