Hands
My hands grow weak as quickly as they grow
For every snap, clap, claw, and grasp
I’ve yet to hold all there is to know
Gently yet boldly will I still clasp
For tomorrow there is to go
Onward still, much to sow
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My hands grow weak as quickly as they grow
For every snap, clap, claw, and grasp
I’ve yet to hold all there is to know
Gently yet boldly will I still clasp
For tomorrow there is to go
Onward still, much to sow