These Hands Poem by La Janine Garrett
These Hands
My poor hands
Long rouged and wide
My poor hands
Hard worked these hands be
My poor hands
Innocent of this world and its deceit
Hold the air of being that of mine
My poor hands
Untouched by powder gold
My poor hands
Scar by man
Scar by I
Young n old in same
These poor hands
That bare what I am
My poor hands
My poor soul
Friday, September 15, 2006
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5/7/2024 10:09:09 PM # 1.0.0.1119
you have given a strange thought about our poor hands.we write about heart.mind soul and many things.this is a welcome topic nicely written