Why? PoetsPub 2021 Achievement Hunter Challenge

Achievement #73 - Our Digits

Our Digits

I was working myself toward an early grave

I had to take a well-earned soak in the waves

The price was getting too high

I couldn't count the cost on my digits

Looking down at my hand

All I could see was flesh and bone

Through the holes in my gloves

What was a fingernail, was now seeping blood

I bowed my head, in pain

Crawling on my hands and knees

Had worn away the leather

My boots were in tatters

What was left of a solitary toenail

Peeped through, the remains of worn socks

They say it's a world of hard knocks

But we are nothing, without our digits

Footnote:

I'm amazed where these keep coming from, writing this many has exceeded my wildest expectation.

If I wear my fingers to the bone, I can't grow new ones, I'm a human, not a sheep.