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[sid] => 14231
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => Hands
[time] => 2003-03-13 17:40:00
[hometext] => Another old poem of mine, this was written from the perspective of an eighty year old man, and is about the stories of his life that are preseved in the skin on his hands.
[bodytext] => After eighty years of life,
All I have left are these hands. You can see in their wrinkles the pains and pleasures of my time on this planet. On the left hand, which held my wife when were married, and my children and grandchildren as we crossed the street, you can see the ring that was placed there over fifty years ago. You can see the way my finger had grown around it and how there is no way it could ever come off now. You can still see the scratch on my palm from the time I brought the neighbor’s cat out of that oak that was in front of the house we used to live in. You can see the veins that stick out under my skin and the small brown spots that have grown there for the last twenty years. On my right hand, which was in three major wars, has killed hundreds of people, and used to fight the drunk and the homeless for sport, there is on each knuckle a single letter. Beginning with my pinky and working its way in, you can see the calligraphic s, k, u, l, and l. That was from the second world war, when I was a master sharpshooter and all of the people in my squadron would tell each other to bear some skulls every time we went into battle. When I got the squadron’s record for the most confirmed kills, they pooled their money together to get me that tattoo, my battle trophy. You can also see my scar from the time I accidentally spilled acid on myself in college, as well as the burn mark from when I was branded as part of my induction into the elk lodge. And then, you can see the veins that stick out under my skin and the small brown spots that have grown there for the last twenty years. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 159 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Butterat_Zool [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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