Someday,
my hands will be full
of callouses,
old
with wrinkles,
like ripples
in time.
The skin
will flake and dry,
and I
will give thanks
as I sleep.
Someday.
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 8:58 PM UTC
Someday,
my hands will be full
of callouses,
old
with wrinkles,
like ripples
in time.
The skin
will flake and dry,
and I
will give thanks
as I sleep.
Someday.
I don't know my ideal future, but I hope it will be judged by these simplest of variables.
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