The map of my hands
Reveal many roads
Some now traveled
Some untold
I look at my hands
And wonder what's next
Will the coming road be simple
Or maybe complex
They say your hands tell a story
Of the life you are to live
So many weaving roads
So much information to give
But for all the knowledge my hands possess
There is one thing I must confess
I don't read palms so at my life I guess
What oh what is to happen next
Do my hands reveal secrets of what is to come
That could be hooey
But here's a good rule of thumb
Live life everyday and take it as it comes
Play the hand you are dealt
And don't dwell too long
On the roads not traveled
And the songs unsung
And please just please
Speak with truthful tongue
My hands may tell stories
Of what life is to be
But I will just have to wait
Just wait and see
Day after day,
Time after time;
I see people on corners asking,
"Could you spare me a dime?"
All day long,
We all pass them by;
Some choose to give,
But truthfully, most don't reply.
"They'll spend it on drugs!"
"They'll spend it on beer!"
But what about those,
Who are truly sincere.
We all still need to give,
Even though it gets hard;
Because of the scams,
Society has been scarred.
We can't just give up,
And choose not to care;
Because there are people,
Still hungry out there.
A good rule of thumb,
When you give money away;
Think of the life,
You could be saving today.
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