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
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