Working Hands
Calloused and tough,
these hands work from dawn till dusk.
Just because night has fallen though
does not mean that the work is done.
It just becomes time to strike up a light.
Grease and oil; blood and sweat,
nothing hurts these hands.
One day they will grow old and wrinkled
but they will still be working hands.
Cuts and bruises; hangnails and scars,
just means that they have been used.
Nothing stops these hands from working
and the only thing they like better
than working through the day,
is to be working along with a friend.
These working hands will last forever,
and the Lord above knows
that I love these working hands.
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