Saturday, April 04, 2009

This old hand of mine

This old hand of mine
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!

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