Look at these hands

These hands that made generations

They built shelter

The shelter that kept them warm

These hands are dirt-stained

they've long been calloused

Time has gotten to them

Work has worn through them

These hands that have met others

they've brought pleasure

they've brought comfort

they've brought love

They've been hurt

Beat down


But they've come back

These hands, so strong

Used to lift everything

Now hardly anything

They still bring pleasure

They still bring comfort

They still bring love

These hands that made families

Had ideas

And had dreams

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