Gershon Wolf Poet Couplet

His Life Story's in His Hands

     His hands, weather-beaten, stained
        adventures buried deep ‘neath veins
     
     Blisters, wounds speak of hard times
        when his pocket lacked a single dime

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J. Summers July 16, 2024 at 8:32 PM Reminiscent of my uncle Tubby, a farmer some years back in Indiana. John

Hilda Greenhough July 15, 2024 at 9:45 AM A fine poem. It reminds me of Grapes of Wrath. Thank goodness that America has programs for those affected by hardship.

John Lawless July 15, 2024 at 6:36 AM ...now the hard times are considered to be waiting in long lines to get free stuff...

Mike Gentile July 15, 2024 at 4:24 AM So much wisdom in your words, Gershon! The hands tell so much if we listen! Excellent write!!! I loved it! Happy Monday!!

Karen Jones July 15, 2024 at 12:15 AM Wow this has a surface meaning and a deeper meaning! Good title!