Best regards
D.N.
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Out of these hands
These hands have caused me great embarrassment
Each time I have struggled over every tie or fold
Then that embarrassment spread into anger
Anger then jumped on the back of low opinion
While people took over, or loudly shouted
It’s like there is a naughty child inside
That never did what it was told.
I clearly remember disliking this weak side
Wanting to disown my stiff arm
As I felt it was the root cause
For all the jibes, all the bullying felt
All the times I was made to feel an hindrance
All the times I felt like a waste of skin
Over these hesitant fingers that disturbed the calm
But I have grown now to understand
that they may not work completely in how they should
And they may not be as acute or as nimble
Yet I am able to appreciate now
How out of these hands I have helped
And how out of these hands grew me
I have found a way to put them to good.
D.N.
Out of these hands
These hands have caused me great embarrassment
Each time I have struggled over every tie or fold
Then that embarrassment spread into anger
Anger then jumped on the back of low opinion
While people took over, or loudly shouted
It’s like there is a naughty child inside
That never did what it was told.
I clearly remember disliking this weak side
Wanting to disown my stiff arm
As I felt it was the root cause
For all the jibes, all the bullying felt
All the times I was made to feel an hindrance
All the times I felt like a waste of skin
Over these hesitant fingers that disturbed the calm
But I have grown now to understand
that they may not work completely in how they should
And they may not be as acute or as nimble
Yet I am able to appreciate now
How out of these hands I have helped
And how out of these hands grew me
I have found a way to put them to good.