HANDS
What do you see when you look at these hands,
So worn and so rough?
Do you see a man, both coarse and slow of wit?
These hands were once smooth, nimble and quick-
Gently caressed a first love,
Once held a newborn child, and laid a friend to rest.
These hands have answered what ever the need.
Providing for loved ones,
No matter the twists of fate or the roll of the dice.
Judge not a man by his clothes or his looks
If his hands are velvety smooth, or callused and rough
But by his acts of love.
Bob Richards
So worn and so rough?
Do you see a man, both coarse and slow of wit?
These hands were once smooth, nimble and quick-
Gently caressed a first love,
Once held a newborn child, and laid a friend to rest.
These hands have answered what ever the need.
Providing for loved ones,
No matter the twists of fate or the roll of the dice.
Judge not a man by his clothes or his looks
If his hands are velvety smooth, or callused and rough
But by his acts of love.
Bob Richards