My Hands
The map of my hands
Reveal many roads
Some now traveled
Some untold
I look at my hands
And wonder what's next
Will the coming road be simple
Or maybe complex
They say your hands tell a story
Of the life you are to live
So many weaving roads
So much information to give
But for all the knowledge my hands possess
There is one thing I must confess
I don't read palms so at my life I guess
What oh what is to happen next
Do my hands reveal secrets of what is to come
That could be hooey
But here's a good rule of thumb
Live life everyday and take it as it comes
Play the hand you are dealt
And don't dwell too long
On the roads not traveled
And the songs unsung
And please just please
Speak with truthful tongue
My hands may tell stories
Of what life is to be
But I will just have to wait
Just wait and see
Copyright © April Gabriella | Year Posted 2013
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