Hands

These hands of mine
Over time,
They have started to show their age.
Wrinkled and faded they show their worth.


Over time
Constant companions of mine,
Wrinkled and faded they show their worth.
Oh, how many deeds they have done.

Constant companions of mine.
Holding babies and dishes alike.
Oh, how many deeds they have done.
These hands have never let me down.

Holding babies and dishes alike,
Each imperfection is a story
These hands have never let me down.
I find beauty in these hands

Each imperfection is a story
You may find my hands unappealing
I find beauty in these hands,
Telling my story in their lines

You may find my hands unappealing
They have started to show their age
Telling my story in their lines,
These hands of mine.





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