These hands of mine
Have paid for the deeds
I have done
Every task I've been Appointed
Every job
These hands are hard
Like those of a farmer
Or soft and tender
Like a poet
These hands have known
Hatred
Mistrust
Betrayal
These hands have known
Kindness
Comfort
Caring
These hands are my best Friend
As well as
My worst enemy
These hands of mine
Have known bbloodshed
They have bled
For the sins of my life
They have bled for
The task needing to be done
They are kind hands
They are rough hands
These hands of mine belong
To one with a big heart
One who will give you
The shirt off his back
They belong to one
Who can strike with force
Most of the time
They are gentle
However sometimes
They speak out
These hands of mine
Have paid for the deeds
I have ever done
Or all the deeds
I ever will do
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Author:
Tony36 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: You are given hands at birth. What you do with them is up to you
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Comments4
these hands of my are clapping!
well done Tony. ww
Thank you
Thanks Tony HANDS ~ Hard ~ Arduous ~ Nestling ~ Desirable ~ Sensuous. Hands are very versatile and in my experience are all we ever wish or need them to be ! Thanks for sharing ~ great poem BRIAN
Thank you
I really enjoyed this piece very much, great write!
Thank you
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