Hands of Time

My father’s hands

Full of life and calloused

Now aged and fragile

Still angry and spiteful

Full of wisdom and bravery

But afraid of the unknown

Once strong and fortified

Yet weak and remorseful

Was loving and protective

Knew hate and caused harm

They once held mine to hold me up

These are my Fathers Hands

The Hands of Time

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Thank you for stopping by. I hope you enjoyed your stay and want to come back. Until then, be safe ----Noellie

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