Change

The hands that nimbly held a cigar, Have evolved into your serving fork, The hands that used to steal intelligently, Has diligently been stolen by your spirit, The hand that used to fold into fists, Now warmly opens and subtly pats on backs. The legs that used to run away at night, Slowly tip toes towards you today, The legs that angrily stamped on others, Humbly bends the knee before you. The mouth that often spoke ill, Now utters words of wisdom and forgiveness, The mouth that used to bite bitterly, Is now a soft blunt toothless cave, For the soul has changed and no longer takes away, But gives back.