Upon The Fingers Of One Hand

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.

 

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