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
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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely poem on aging, on memories. An old man's hands tell a lot.
Thanks Nosheen...................................