My Hands

[Driftwood]

My hands look my grandpa’s.
They are worn. They are wrinkled.
Mostly they are scarred.
My hands are strong.
My hands are gentle.
My hands bleed.
Mostly they bleed. A lot.
My hands are tanned by the sun.
My hands are cracked by the cold.
My hands can mend a rip in my clothes.
My hands tie complicated knots.
My hands shake when I eat soup.
They grip 50-pound bags of feed;
They fumble my toothbrush.
My hands have dug in the dirt;
They’ve scratched in the sand.
They’ve punched men in the face,
They’ve begged my good lord for grace.
These are my hands,

 

[Slacker]

Give that guy a hands!

 

[Driftwood]

That wasn't me trying to be a poet. That was just me riffing because was posting in another thread, looked down at my hands, and realized how worn they look.

 

[cyclingwriter2]

Good poem, but I was hoping this would be a thread about Manos: The Hands of Fate.

 

[Batman]

 

[da man]

Gotta hand it to ya.

 

[I Should Coco]

"Rosie you're all right, you wear my ring
When you hold me tight, Rosie, that's my thing
When you turn out the light, I got to hand it to me
Looks like it's me and you again tonight, Rosie ..."

 

[Songbird]

 

[brn623cl]

 

[Songbird]