To be honest, I suck at posting to my various blogs in a consistent fashion. And with the various file types and storage options for documents out there, well, it was becoming more and more ridiculous to have to keep downloading conversation software just to maintain every scrap of writing I could from my past. Also, I'm too cheap for cloud based storage. So I figured I'd dedicate an entire blog not to my current musings and adventures, but to my prior contemplations. At this moment, I'm not entirely certain what I'll do with this blog. Maybe just post old writings with no explanations or perhaps provide introductory backpedaling to outdated personal opinions. At present? I haven't the faintest notion of what I'm doing. And frankly? I like it.

Saturday, November 16, 2013

'Hands' - Poem - April 2001



Your hands are so soft and fragile

So young and peaceful

You are oblivious to the world around you

You are curious about every thing in your life

Your hands are new and soft

So small and helpless

Weak and worthless for work

But you do work every day little cousin

And it's amazing you're still alive
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