Hands ©©

I look down upon these two hands
Who do they belong too
Are they the hands of life
Could they deal out death

Can they take from the rich
Do they give to the poor
Can they comfort the old
Do the cuddle a new born

Are they big
Are they small
Are they clean
Are they not

They could be strong
They could be weak
Where have they been
Where will they go

Do they belong to a fireman
Do they belong to a nurse
Do they belong to a policeman
Or to a fisherman

Are they yours
Are they mine


Walker