Hands

In no applause did I find them

Hung by my sides or laid in bed

Holding food or steepled

Patted, pointing, or reaching

Kept still or pressed to type keys

But a glimpse

Not full sight till the challenge

In the stings and scrapes

Raked by scars or wet with blood

I saw my hands.

By J.W.H. Hobbs.

Have a good week.

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