TrustA Poem by Aimee Mahathy
This world holds you with rough calloused hands
It’ll turn you and twist you and sigh
It’ll drop you and crush you and bruise you and then
Wait for you to die.
A person’s hands aren’t quite as large
Can’t hold as much
but might try
Sometimes the gentlest touch there is
Comes shaking and honestly by.
© 2012 Aimee Mahathy
Added on August 19, 2011
Last Updated on May 29, 2012
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