I look at my hands often, wrinkled and old what a story to be told.

These hands have held,hugged and fought.So many bags were bought.

They fumble sometimes but that's alright because they are mine.Dry and rough but best believe they are tough.

The older they get the better they are I remember that scar and that one to.

Such memories these hands of mine that I will have until the end of time.


  • orchidee

    A fine write T. I'll sing ya an old song, prehistoric almost. But me singing may torture ya! lol. 'You need hands....' by Max Bygraves. You'll find it in the antiques section of shops. lol.

    • TDunn3

      Thank you☺

      • Lorna

        Here it is Orchidee!:

      • Laura🌻

        Never thought about my hands in the way you’ve described them in your great write! I enjoyed it very much! Thank you for the share!


        • TDunn3

          You are very welcome💙

        • Emil Cerda

          I like it.

          • TDunn3


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