Shaking Hands Poem by Phil Soar

Shaking Hands



I shook his hand as best I could
His was like a wet fish
Mine was strong

Is he weak, am I better than him?
Not really
It's just a greeting

Monday, April 9, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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