You hold out a hand of friendship
to everyone you meet.
Sometimes it is taken
sometimes it is not.
The ones that refuse never know
what they might miss.
If that outstretched hand,
may have belonged to an Angel waiting there.
Someone who would have helped
unburden some of their load.
So the next time someone puts out a hand of friendship,
grasp it readily.
For you will never know if the stranger is really an Angel there.
(18 June 2007)
David Harris
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hand-of-friendship/
