Hands

.

The hands are small and pale

But oh so far from frail

Delicately they trace

Firm words upon the page

As if the greatest race

Was to be won by age

Should I take on the task

Or sigh behind my mask

Of course responds your voice

Not giving me a choice

.


Incomplete.

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