Tiny hands, shaking, steadying, grasp
Fingers and nipples
Growing hands hold pencil firmly
Numbers and letters appear
Hands stretch out, reaching for ivory keys
Music fills the air
Strong hands gently embrace
Gold ring slides into place
Time marches on climbing the learning curve
Seeking the pinnacle of mastery
Tired hands reaching, shaking
Seek fingers and cups
Worn hands marked with spots and lines
Scrawl barely legible forms
Wise hands lightly touch white ivory keys
With silent song in the air
Knowing hands brush softly against dusty
Hammers and drills
Time marches on descending the learning curve
Entering the valley of memories
A nice trip through the ascending and descending curves of life, poetically worded. I especially liked the reference at the end to memories.
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Very poetic.
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