A wink, a nod, a helping hand
Doth lift men’s hearts and make them glad.
A word, a hug, a gentle nudge
Can wash away the strongest grudge.
So be not like the common man
Whose heart a schism cannot span.
Stand tall, bow low and dare to pleach
The frayed heart strings which bore the breach.
(A ode to Nelson Mandela’s mastery of the graceful gesture)