Need A Hand Poem by Chris Leermakers

Be there pleasure
is there treasure?
find the way
and take the measure
tell it to me straight
so I won't be late
I don't know if I ate
the correct words
so I hesitate
words of wisdom
words of song
collect them all
then sing along
seek perfection
you're sure to find
the true connection
to body and mind

Heal them all
they're all in fear
big and small
both far and near
then set them free
their time to leave
next to thee
I do perceive

Pull me up
I need a hand
to try and help
to understand
believe what I say
and don't be late
for then I may
soon hesitate…