The Road Maps on my Hands

I look upon my hands,
No matter under light night or day,
All the creases and crinkles, scars and burns
Full life of work and care

Work and Love,
And each new wrinkle of age,
Family and Friends,
All the hugs I helped created

Dirty or clean,
Still full of happiness and pride,
Old or Young,
Have felt such sadness and pain

Scratched or bruised,
I’m still view with pride
These old hands of mine….

Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre December 4th, 2007

Nekoti inenia, nekoti ihkweea
Soleil es Tepehkiiha

HandsHolding

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