201709 Monthly Poem



How useful are these hands of ours

Useful in daily toil

Dusting, mending, ironing

Turning garden soil.


We earn our living from by our labour

Working for our pay

Grafting, writing, driving

There is no other way


 But hands too easily become a fist

As we dare to judge another

When with a little love and thought

We could shake hands with the other.


©Paul Scrivener