Two Wrinkled Hands. Poem by Ross Mabey

Poem - Two Wrinkled Hands.

By - Ross Mabey.

Two wrinkled hands clasping a cup,
A lifetime of memories, on which to sup.
So many experiences, that few want to hear,
When they turn on the news, all they hear is fear.

The river of life is coming to an end,
Standing at the doorway, waiting to transcend.
Soon the opportunity will be gone, to learn from the past.
So we'll have to learn, those lessons all again.

Copyright © 2008. Ross Mabey.

Written: November 8th 2008.