Fragile hands hard at work
Might you be a filing clerk?
Oh my no, my game don’t work
Those hands so over fatigued
Have me intrigued
to know which deed
will be the one that will indeed
give those hands some rest
I wish them the best
In the world of baby’s request
For these hands… muscled…veined…and ripping
Will be the only things
That keep these hand molded individuals
From gripping all the pain of past lives
That new unfamiliar hands can bring
Good poem. Try and fix titles to your poems. It will make them more attractive.
Keep writing