Such beautiful beautiful hands
Though heart were weary and sad
These patient hands kept toiling on
That the children might be glad,
I almost weep when looking back
To childhood's distant day!
I think how these hands rested not
When mine were at their play .
Such beautiful beautiful hands !
They're growing feeble now
And time and pain have left their mark
On hand , and heart and brow
Alas ! Alas ! the nearing time
And the sad, sad day to me,
When neath the daisies, out of sight,
These hands must folded be.
Unknown "Sh@aDoW" Wild
- 16 years, 7 months, 19 days ago