Hands
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There are hands we hold in times of need
Hands we clap in times of glee
Hands that fix and mend and heal
Hands that break and hit and steal
Indeed there are hands that speak for the tongue
And hands that play tunes louder than lungs
I remember the hand that stroked my hair
As I hated the hand that didn't show care
The hands of lovers are soft and sincere
The hands of clocks show the time is near
I've seen hands that were wrinkled with wisdom and age
And hands unblemished that were scarcely a day
For artists their hands are all they've got
For writers their hands are a gift from God
Though hands are subject to misfortune and ruin
Hands also made the climb to the moon
It's hands that turn the pages of the books we love
It's the hands that beg for grace from above
Hands carry the symbol of a shared name
Hands even inflict our own horrid blame
But each pair of hands is utterly unique
They all hold a story never quite complete