Monday, February 24, 2014

Shift poem

I hold the future  in my hands
As well as the remote
And the bright screen
All things that make us feel like were not alone, I hold
My grandfather held the weight 
His hands held responsibility
And hard work
As well as hands that raised my hands
His hands held much more meaning 
Though we don't think so, he did
And our hands of today should get back to holding others and not just ourselves

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