Serving Tea To Elderly
The grayest speck of hair- so many-
each live through a tale called series of days.
The elderly hands have touched so many
that it wears the hand's skin out of youthful ways
That is what I witness when serving them tea,
but seen in their eyes is just a another mid evening.
Copyright © Brittany Martin | Year Posted 2008
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