The Disappearing handshake
Once upon a time,
Not so long ago…
Deals were done and lives were spared,
To keep the status quo…
And the only thing that was needed,
That made this deal complete…
Was a simple little gesture,
When two people finally meet…
It was a humble handshake,
A powerful warm embrace…
That meant so much, your bond, your word,
Throughout the human race…
But as time passes,
This ritual is disappearing…
As the generations we produce,
Lose the grip from what I’m hearing…
Yes these limp wristed individuals,
Have lost it so it seems…
As they often forget to shake the hand,
Of the ones who fulfils their dreams…
When things were tough,
No money to your name…
Your hand shake was the only thing,
Which can saved you from the shame…
Wars were one and lost,
Countries overthrown…
By the way they shook their hands,
Whilst both standing there alone…
You could see it in their eyes,
You could feel it in their touch…
You knew what person they were then,
When you had them in your clutch…
So next time you see your mate,
Grab them by the hand…
Look them in the eyes,
That’s when you make your stand…
Give them the firmest handshake,
They’ll know you are sincere…
You will see them crack a smile,
And the doubt will disappear…
Bring back the hand shake,
Be fair dinkum when you meet…
It will make for a better place,
Your day will be complete…
Len Newey 2016