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Poppa's hands are wore and aged They have seen a century of history All the wrinkles and scars from the years Life made it's mark, the world has issued its sentence. Poppa's hands were once strong and steady Sweating and bleeding in the fields Holding the weapons of war, holding the hand of a fallen soldier Gentle and Hard at the same time Fighting the evil of a **** Nation Protecting and Serving with every motion Struggling to use a pen to write to his love at home Wiping away tears, all at the young age of 17 Poppa's Hands are gentle and wise Holding a baby with a twinkle in his eye Watching the child grow, catching each fall Supportive and harsh, strict and kind Poppa's Hands held mine through the years Guided me through his garden, working with the land Running his hands through the dirt Picking the fruit and vegetables provided by our lord Poppa's hands gave to his fellow man Always willing to lift another soul up Poppa's hands supported my Nanna in her final days Held and stroked her skin until the very end. Poppa's hands are now to weak to move Unable to lift his great granddaughter in the sky Unable to climb a tree Unable to be what they were once Now I can hold my Poppa's hand and pray Pray to guide poppa's hands to his true home
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Oct 5, 2012
Oct 5, 2012 at 4:12 PM UTC
Poppa's Hands
Poppa's hands are wore and aged They have seen a century of history All the wrinkles and scars from the years Life made it's mark, the world has issued its sentence. Poppa's hands were once strong and steady Sweating and bleeding in the fields Holding the weapons of war, holding the hand of a fallen soldier Gentle and Hard at the same time Fighting the evil of a **** Nation Protecting and Serving with every motion Struggling to use a pen to write to his love at home Wiping away tears, all at the young age of 17 Poppa's Hands are gentle and wise Holding a baby with a twinkle in his eye Watching the child grow, catching each fall Supportive and harsh, strict and kind Poppa's Hands held mine through the years Guided me through his garden, working with the land Running his hands through the dirt Picking the fruit and vegetables provided by our lord Poppa's hands gave to his fellow man Always willing to lift another soul up Poppa's hands supported my Nanna in her final days Held and stroked her skin until the very end. Poppa's hands are now to weak to move Unable to lift his great granddaughter in the sky Unable to climb a tree Unable to be what they were once Now I can hold my Poppa's hand and pray Pray to guide poppa's hands to his true home
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42/F/American
Oct 5, 2012
Oct 5, 2012 at 4:12 PM UTC
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