Fingertips

Fingertips. Look at your fingertips they are unique you know Something we don’t think of, and yet them we grow. That little pattern in a swirl on the end Is your own work of art that God on you penned How amazing it is a tip of one of your fingers It can bring joy and feel pain, and both may linger. It can be sensuous, moving in little circles decreasing To make you cry out, in joy and releasing It can be warm as you like, as warm as toast But so cold in the winter, like shaking hands with a ghost It is sensitive to a degree oh so refined Tracing round lips so gentle, so fine. That little swirl on the end of your finger, each line, You alone are the owner, and you can say it is mine. Don’t treat them rough and they will last you forever They won’t wear out with time, as things you think more clever There is another special thing your fingerprint can do And that is that they can identify you.