You can count them on one hand,
those ones that mean the most
care the most
put up with the most.
You can gather acquaintance like confetti,
but there are always gaps between fingers
where people fall through
and when the wind sweeps by
it will leave you with empty palms.
Those ones who cling on,
who can be counted on one hand
are the ones who’ll scale mountains,
dig beneath oceans,
trek over desert
and parachute in over enemy territory.
All for the sake
of standing in the background
to push you forwards,
when the spotlight seems too bright.