When Hands Become Heavy

Eyes straight and strong legs seems just enough For one to go through the needed rocky mile. A firm mile set by the sweating heart’s eyes Or set out by another hand’s thumb. Many legs grow weight along the way Some, cos used legs do jerk after a while. Some, other lonely pearls do make stale. The heart then gives a sigh at the end’s sight. What can be done when hands become heavy? What can be done before hands grow hazy? Before is wiser cos become can be too late. Like getting shade when the sky opens its gate. Lonely legs on a path don’t go ver’ far. Wise hands though strong work with extra pairs To keep the gullible legs on true tracks And act as stands when the hands just stare.