Robert Green


A Lifetime In Your Hands - Poem by Robert Green

Baby. 

On the floor they lay
Not a wrinkle or crease to save
Little hands do wave
Wanting to play

Young child. 

In dirt and muck
Hands still mild and soft
More by youth than luck
Plays the young child hands aloft

Teenager. 

Learning in school
For peers appear cool
In paint and ink
Their hands do stink

Young adult. 

Now working hard
Sweat and toil
midday sun, mad
Hands now a trowel

Middle age. 

Hands hard and worn
Some cut, sworn
Holds a child
Strong and mild

50 - 60

Wrinkles appear
Fingers and thumbs
On the rear
Liver spots like speckled crumbs

Old age (ish)

Wrinkled and lined
Courted and dined
Etched in  their story of life
Sprinkled with some strife

End of time. 

Transparent and Boney
Face hard set, maybe lonely
Hands wave a sigh
Soon to say goodbye


RG


Poet's Notes about The Poem

When driving in the evening, the sun lowering in the sky highlighted the lines now criss crossing my hands, almost telling a story of life. Hands and face speak volumes.

Comments about A Lifetime In Your Hands by Robert Green

  • Freshman - 827 Points Yasmeen Khan (5/8/2013 8:36:00 AM)

    The writer has traced age through hands describing it's stages.Interestingly hands start from a wave to play to wave to a sigh, a bit of drama but the whole life is a drama with different acts, penned thoughtfully. (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 4,018 Points Valerie Dohren (3/31/2012 5:04:00 PM)

    Like this Robert, rather be at the beginning of the poem rather than the end though! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,276 Points Shahzia Batool (3/28/2012 3:35:00 PM)

    A modern version of the all time great imagery of Shakespeare's celebrated 7 stages in Man's life...
    but irony is...these days Death doesn't wait for all the stages
    to be completed....Here the effect of passing time is shown through HANDS...this is new.... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 25, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, April 16, 2012


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