These Hands Poem by moemedi lynx magoro

These hands and the power that they hold,
The future is held there without any second chance guess,
They help me see in the dark,
They give me a identity that no man has,
They make me unique by print,
They make me understand the meaning of hard work,
They have created and they have destroyed,
Its in my key interest that I thank them for their hard work or else the world would have thrown me to my my knees to beg,
I feel better with them than with my heart on a daily bases,
Blind man use them to create artificial faces in their heads and use them for the better but yet lazy people fold them and put their feet up,
these hands have a unidentified path way no man recognizes that leads back to the ancestors,
I owe these hands my life and the rest is history...

poem by
lynx mag