Hands

Hands short poem

Uploaded by Nicolette LoGrasso

Hands have the ability to tell much about a person
Race, age, gender
And many other things if you really pay attention
You can tell how hard someone works
Or how physically demanding their occupation is
By the cracked calluses and creases that appear
If they take extra care in their appearance
By taking the time to paint their nails perfectly
Their relationship status, or lack thereof
By a glimmering ring atop their fourth finger on their left hand
With just the very prints of their fingers
You could even determine their identity
So many things can be learned from something so simple and overlooked
As the simple pair of hands we all possess

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