An Old Man's Hands Poem by Barry Middleton

An Old Man's Hands

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a turn of cards
an old man's hands
to frame a prayer
in memory's eyes
the final ace
some withered hope
that life is not
a sad remembrance
of winning hands or lost
this old man's hands
with innocence
reach out to place a bet
a hope filled blessing
to the mirror of youth
I look upon these hands
have loved and lost
nurtured cherished
chided pleaded past age
these old man's hands
still linger and hold a wish
a flush in hearts ace high
enduring luck
a final royal desire
a moment
a chance

An Old Man's Hands
Tuesday, May 10, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: aging,hope,wishing
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Nosheen Irfan 12 May 2016

A lovely poem on aging, on memories. An old man's hands tell a lot.

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Barry Middleton 12 May 2016

Thanks Nosheen...................................

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Kelly Kurt 10 May 2016

I liked the duality of the word hands. A well written piece, Barry

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Barry Middleton 12 May 2016

Thanks Kelly. Glad you liked it.

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Barry Middleton 10 May 2016

Thanks Kelly.......................................

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Phyllis Gunkel 10 May 2016

Ah, you have written poems that strike a nerve, even tho they're man poems and I am a woman. An Old Man's Hands reminds me of the times I sit at slots in Atlantic City and know in my heart that when I push the button that moves the reels, I'm gambling that something turns out right in my life, that chance can be changed to you finally got it right.

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Barry Middleton 10 May 2016

Thank you for the read and the comment. And good luck at the slots.

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