September 30, 2024

The Tale of the Hand in A Pit


Once upon a time there was a hand
That got to see a fair, exotic land
It was lavishly treated, until that fateful day
After beautiful nights, the hand asked to stay
And everything was brusquely
Taken away...
The hand was placed in gaol, a dark and lonely pit
Because it dared to grasp for more, and that might well be it
It still can do what hands can do
For a few more weary years, 'hope just two
And this was the tale of the hand in a pit
And if it was nonsense, I don't care a bit.