One Hand Washes The Other Poem by Steven Rodgers
One Hand Washes The Other
One hand washes the other,
Both hands wash the face.
Is it dangerous to think?
Perhaps old fashioned.
Not antique thought,
Though, forgotten.
When one hand is out,
The other one is rotten.
Two hands and one face,
This will never go away,
So chop the dead tree,
And burn its wood.
For the live tree reaches,
Turns musty, stale air true,
So lend me a hand this day,
And tomorrow I'll owe you.
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