poems 2

ok folks we are re-doing this. this time around I am not too fond of it but assignments are assignments...



Hands share a past...depicted

Hands share a past

They used to be a form of signature

Depicted in sides of walls to be discovered centuries later

A prelude connection that all who walk the face of the earth endure

They used to be a form of signature 

Hands are comprehensible renditions of a personal memoir that will never be published

A prelude connection that all who walk the face of the earth endure

They grow thinner with time

Hands are comprehensible renditions of a personal memoir that will never be published

Every trial is represented through a wrinkle

They grow thinner with time

Experiences are engraved into the very contour of the skin

Every trial is represented through a wrinkle

Antiquity that not even eyes could portray

Experiences are engraved into the very contour of the skin

The lines grow and recede much like the oceanic tide

Forever imprinted into the soul

Antiquity that not even eyes could portray 

Like fingerprints, each hand serves as an individual identifier 

The lines grow and recede much like the oceanic tide

They serve as the true exposer of what capabilities are beyond appendages and limbs. 

Like fingerprints, each hand serves as an individual identifier

Depicted in sides of walls to be discovered centuries later

Forever imprinted into the soul

Hands share a past