I never cut my right hand
it's the one that holds the knife
I always nick the left one
it's been that way all my life.
My left hand is the helper
it holds things like a vice.
My right is a careless master
it's helper it will often slice.
When we carelessly cause pain
a friendship we can sever
We better find a way to say sorry,
express love and sound clever.
5 comments:
i think your poetry is very good, peter. i think you should post it more often.
i like the photo, too. it does remind me a little of mine from today.
your word selection is clever and it sort of rolls of my lips as i read the poem.
What a beautiful poem Peter! May I save a copy so I can enjoy it now and then?
Joyce, feel free to save anything that you find on my blog, I am glad that you enjoyed it.
wonderful!
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