On Hands

The feeling slight touch tampered

Pushed slow with cold and nimble finger

Fall unbending and holes hammered

I could not go far without these bending fingers

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To pluck a song or bend a note

Flowing words with these hands have wrote

Now gestured feelings have gone noticed

But the hands have feeling and know this

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Fingers fill future forms fair

With wispy time and southern air

These hands have given me a reason

To know the words fill and dare

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They say a lot about someone

Where they been things they have done

Hands hold the horrors and honors of life

Strife success and keep us alive with the rest

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Study wisely the lines herein

A soul can be seen worn

Down round the nails and within

But the hands are only the maker

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The maker of things so much greater

Greater than ever

But oh never never

Seen a man with the hands of leather

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The hand that has tended the field

Or played the piano

Passed the football

Just taken up a heavenly yield

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These are the things that connect and unite

Although can be made to fight in the night

It is the use that will tell you know

Where this fellas been from and where he might go