Ambidextrous they used to be
Using either hand the other free
Writing or painting an easy quest
Perplexing now there’s no contest
As a boxer switching my stance
Opponents not knowing which way to dance
Or casting a fly on the lake
Under trees, either hand for that take
Sadly age caught up with the left paw
Painful fingers make it hard to draw
The right moves forever on
Even if the brain sometimes gets it wrong
A vanished talent gone down the drain
Wonder if I could ever, re-train?
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Another soul searching classic. I've got to give it to you Gord, your work is now getting so diverse, and it's really enjoyable to read. Steve