You Need Hands
We take our hands for granted,
We use them all the time
Although my hands are wrinkled,
They suit me fine
Hardworking hands
That has become strong
Babies chubby fingers
That grows elegant and long
Girls with piano fingers
That softly touch the keys,
That makes melodious music
That puts the listeners at ease
Gentle hands that soothe
When someone is feeling blue
Pain can be relieved
And pacify you
Shaking of hands
To say, "You have done well."
It's a kind gesture
That can make your heart swell.
The happy sound of clapping
When your favourite team has won
All the back-slapping
After an afternoon of fun.
We take our hands for granted
We use them all the time
Even though my hands are old and wrinkled
I am grateful they are mine.
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