Just a Finger

A poem about, somewhat of, a second chance or a chance towards success.

                                                (Just a Finger)
                                   
                                    I have to prove something to you
                                  Just like everyone I have yet to do
                                  My arms shake, rattle, and quake
                                  I’m holding it up in front of your face
                      This load is too heavy and you look right through me
                                    It’ll soon fall if you don’t try at all
                            Please sir I’m begging, crying, and slaving
                            Grab that loose side so I don’t lose stride
                              It’s only excess baggage until I can find
                                          Something to show you
                                    That’ll prove my ability of prime
                                    All I need is your finger indeed
                                          Once you see me here
                                  The rest of society should cohere
                          So please tell me now you hear my shroud
                                That thing you placed on every face
                                      In this lost city of disgrace
                                    All I need is a moment’s rest
                                      So I can begin to address
                                              How I’ll caress
                              My situation that’s lost and in distress
                                    All it takes is your idle hand
                            To help me back into this promised land
                                  So I can start to become grand
                    And begin putting together these particles of sand