Naive HandsA Poem by Tracie D'AngeloWritten 12 December 1990Old hands my dear Old hands I fear They knew the pen and they knew the brush I’m not quite sure if they knew too much But the veins are drawn up to the skin In an evil, smirking, jeering grin And through the years the bones show through As they aimlessly attempt to chew Out of the body Into tomorrow With neither the strength or none to borrow So they bury themselves in the joints so deep Brood in pain Alone to weep © 2011 Tracie D'Angelo |
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1 Review Added on February 28, 2010 Last Updated on January 22, 2011 AuthorTracie D'AngeloAnnapolis, MDAboutI'm a 45 year old mom of 2 teens in Maryland (US). I work as an asst. librarian at our local elementary school. I also review books and write the blog for a local book store. I've just revamped my own.. more..Writing
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