David Byrne Poet I do not know?

Hands

Sun shines through, see my translucent hands
Skin that looks like wax by candle light.
Delicate, the palms of these here hands
Testament to toil, by my night light.
Harder men have bunions on their palms
Skin that’s worn and dirty finger nails. 
Strong is, the history of their palms
Testament to toil, as hard as nails.

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Vrushani Thaker July 13, 2010 at 8:35 PM Very good!!!!! I liked it!!!! Vrushani!!!

Andrea Dietrich July 6, 2010 at 6:58 PM Yes, there are definitely two types of men and hands for men. You don't see so many of the work hands anymore. My husband has those. But the delicate skin of the writer is also a testament to a lofty toil! LUv, Andrea

Linda-Marie Sweetheart July 6, 2010 at 5:04 PM A great write David.. from the inside out .. u are a testimony to alll of us... a special human being.. I just posted a new blog with some island photos.. if u want to get a little taste of the island magic.. AlohA.. with luv from the "Sweetheart"

Carolyn Devonshire July 6, 2010 at 4:51 PM Our hands say so much about the lives we lead, David. Those with "delicate" hands have easier lives. I've got calouses from canoeing on mine, but nails are long and strong! Enjoyed this very much. Love, Carolyn

Caroline Cécile Delacroix July 6, 2010 at 3:08 PM Great write, David! Hands indeed can tell a lot of the person. I like testament! Great wording! And thank you for your nice comments on "Forgotten Soul".