\"Work with your hands.\"
(I heard him say)
You\'ll have more than enough: bless away...
Give no thought for tomorrow: who knows?
Come what may.
So I followed the easy path: the life; the truth; the way.
Callused hands; still not feeble.
Scared left arm; survive the needle.
Now grey; nothing\'s wrong.
Now these hands, have a second job...
One that gives: pure delight.
(And keeps him tapping, deep into the night)
Hands pay the bills; Hands she\'ll be right...
Snookered? Not unaided.
I am up; for the fight.