Palms and Experiences

Written for my father

 

As he walks down the street

He gets looks from people at the central plaza

All looking at him intrigued

If you were to look at his palms

They seem to be 20 pounds heavy and as hard as iron,

But yet when they touch your skin

He does it with such a delicacy, that it feels like the

Wind is kissing your skin

By looking at his palms

You can see roughness in his skin and scars of

Years working hard

He carries himself across the street with great confidence

And, why not?!

He is a man full of life long experiences

Experiences that he would love to pass down to

His younger generations

But ‘We’, as this younger generation

Refuse to learn them

So my wise father has always told me

“Be different, learn from other peoples mistakes, and do not wait to learn from your own.”

I hope one day to be as wise as him

My father, a man who did learn from his mistakes

A man who is too old to accomplish his dreams

And wants me to be great.

 

Reviews

[Bella]

I really like this. It's so powerful and I really feel the emotion in this piece.
Great work!

[Jacqueline]

I love this.
Its really powerful.
I'm pretty sure I've said that before, but I want it to be documented.
lol
It's great though.
Write more =]

[Natasha]

And you are. Now you can only get better. =]

Nice poem. I loved it.