This old hand of mine
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Look at this thin fingers
this dry skin
this veins poppers
this rough palms
they aged with time
wave freely like mime
hope one notice and gave high five
while it longs for embrace
a lovely touch with grace
it still reach out for hopes and good faith
among chores they moves
solemnly devoted in life woes
for till the end it hopes to prove
this fingers move freely
the lines aged beautifully
the dry skin roughened the edges
the sweaty palm greets without compromise
for this hands, Rocks the world!
