Rough hands
Calloused and worn
Labor has taken its dues
From my weathered soul
And although sometimes I feel
As though I am weak
These hands remind me of my strength
And oh what stories
Could be told
If hands could show you memories
-until next time my lovelies
YOU ARE READING
Random Poems I Wrote:)
PoezjaNot good at writing these intro thingys sorry, but I will try my best to get my basic point across:) A collection of poems that I have written or are in the process of writing and revising:) I will post them as they are written and please comment an...
