These Hands Poem by Gert Strydom

These Hands

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(to Minette)

So strong my hands had gripped
the hands of great men
but they were only mortal
as everything living in this life is

and these hands were far too frail, my darling,
to hold you with me,
to keep your heart
when death at its time did call
and now they are getting withered and old.

Tuesday, June 6, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death
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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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