One Step

Let your neighbor eat." Old man sweeping by the cornershop still gives a nod when the rain clouds drop.
We've been through lean days,
Still stand tall; small hands lift when the big plans fall.
So I plant good thoughts in the ground today,
And I watch them grow in a kinder way.
If you've got a lid,
Make a lid go round; if you've got to stumble,
Let them off the ground.
No need to force,
No need to pretend; a true hand stays when the hard times descend.
Hold on, hold on, we can make it through one more mile,
With that clever view.