Speak
If theses hands could speak
of everything they've grasped
Every opportunity in and out of reach
If every line and crease had a voice
they would tell tales of wisdom
that would never cease
If these feet could cry out
of every path they've taken
some smooth, and others snare-laden
if heel could bare witness to toe
the journey taken
each step would not be forsaken
Copyright © Beth Derseh | Year Posted 2010
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