The Fingers On Your Hands
All your body's limbs
obey your brain's commands
But the closest thing to YOU you've got
are the fingers on your hands
You write with them
your thoughts so deep
Erase the ones
you do not keep
You sketch and draw with them
realia dead and alive
Interpreting the world you see
through the prism of your eyes
You play music with them
violin, clarinet
piano and the horn
to express what's deep inside you
your feelings as they're born
Of all the limbs you have, none but the fingers
reveal innermost thoughts and feelings, make them linger
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2019
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