Best regards
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.

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.

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