Wednesday, June 22, 2022

Poem #14

 Hands

Are the compasses of the world,

They help us find our way like a sailor in a storm.

Hands are often overlooked, 

Without them, we couldn’t even read a book.

Hands act as shields, but they also allow us to wield.

Hands allow us to feed,

Which is something we desperately need.

Humans would not be humans without hands,

But just strands of confusion.


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