I look at my Hands often, wrinkled and old.What a story to be told.
These hands have held, hugged and fought.So many many bags that were bought.
They fumble sometimes but that's alright because they are mine.Dry and rough but best believe they are tough.
The older they get the better they are. I remember that scar and that one to.
Such memories these hands of mine, that I will always treasure until the end of time.
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 6:15 AM UTC
I look at my Hands often, wrinkled and old.What a story to be told.
These hands have held, hugged and fought.So many many bags that were bought.
They fumble sometimes but that's alright because they are mine.Dry and rough but best believe they are tough.
The older they get the better they are. I remember that scar and that one to.
Such memories these hands of mine, that I will always treasure until the end of time.
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