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These hands have held a child softly with no strain they have also balled in anger and have dealt in pain A touch of love and of respect they have even shown and they have clutched at a broken heart thats all alone They have reached out in greeting and reached for help strained in work and Lord knows the scars they've dealt Touched by dirt and blood they have done quite alot even had to pull a trigger on a gun to fire a shot Sadness has been conveyed thru a consoling pat or hug and yes they have even strayed and picked up a jug They have wiped a tear from a tearstained childs face and made things magically appear and go without a trace But now they are wrinkled and rough they reach for you they convey a heart that is that has been broken in two No one has come to hold these hands in quite some time if just for a moment you could put your hand in mine? © 2006 Tony Sackett |
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