Hands

These gnarly arthritic old hands at the end of my sleeves
No longer do what they'er ask; even if I say please

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Robert Lindley

January 3, 2015 at 9:10 AM

We start all fresh and new, live our lives, pay our due, Time then slowly eats away, the happiness from each day, old and infirmed we think so bad, yet leaving too soon we think so sad.. Solid 7 on your short, intense and thought provoking write..

Robert Nehls

July 29, 2014 at 2:46 AM

I hear you loud and clear, Donald. You've still got a sense of humor and the need to share with friends and eases the pain a bit. Thanks for sharing, my friend.... Robert.