The Hand Shake

His hand were old and strong, rough from the weather Fingers were long and lean. all ten With a vice grip, that you could feel Scars were many, like worn leather Like a map, of where he had been Without a word, the world knew he was real Soil under his finger nails, from his brow wiping the sweat Calloused hands and years of elbow grease Said what he meant, look you straight in the eye His word was his bond, it was a sure bet Live and let live, he tried to live in peace Those were his rules, do or die Did not need a contract or sign on the dotted line Or barrow glasses to read the fine print Was still around when the ink was dry He kept his word and everything was fine Around the world and where ever he went Did not have to hire a lawyer to figure out why They say this old world has changed, but this is still understood There are some of us that still think it stand strong Like a vow, he would not break If he said he would do it, come Hell or high water he would And being honest he would not go to far wrong Knowing that one could always depend on his hand shake MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL