Consider the thumb: alone upon his stand,
Apart from his more comely brethren – tall
And placed beside each other on the hand –
The shortest, squattest, loneliest of all.
Denied the pomp of index, proud and bold,
He lacks tall middle finger’s worthy place,
Without the ring’s adorning jewels and gold,
No charm compared to little pinkie’s grace.
And yet they have no use without the thumb,
For his opposing powers give them worth.
Without their lowly neighbor they succumb
To ruin, become the wretched of the earth.
Though sundered from the rest he’ll never moan,
The leader of the hand – he stands alone.