Helping+hands+(Mark+Grant)

They look out for a connection All the searchers, search wide and lonely across the land Reach out for a steady helping hand All the infants who always need the loving sleepy guide Of their doting parents beside Look around and never wonder where they stand If their tiny searching fingers can grasp an outreached helping hand The old people; wizened and worn down by the encircling years Never should sleep beneath the cumulating waves of their all gathered tears In nursing homes or living alone where they are left to stand If they can reach out for an offered helping hand. The teenagers; growing in late adolescence’s beauty’s bloom Whose rushing, joyful beauty is not yet concerned with life’s unwinding, spinning loom, Go off to life’s embrace; travel as singles, in groups and in bands Look for each other and celebrate the process of collecting helping hands. It is a simple and a plain truth Like the drumming rain cascading down on a breached and now leaking old tin roof Or the cold clear silver and the gold, in a simple encircling wedding band You may search everywhere, but not find the grasp of your own two true helping hands Although it is there for everyone and for each It’s always firmly within your reach You just have to extend it out and move the fingers to each and every woman and every man Grasp it firmly - be pulled into the embracing arms at the end of each extended helping hand. It’s like that from the cradle to the grave You get back in equal measure according to what you gave And while it’s a singular, expressive, individual and measured - the place where you make your final stand You will be stronger, in that moment - for your family and friends’ - hopefully extended - helping hands. ||  ||
 * Across the wide world, all people search for affection