Monday, January 08, 2007

New poem


Hands 1/08/07

Good hands, bad hands.
Hands that are cheap,
Hands that speak.
Hands that clap,
Hands that slap.
Hands that help,
Hands that care only for themselves.
Some good, some bad,
But the best are the hands of the SAVIOR.



Ok so it don't completely rhyme, but it was written in the spur of a moment

2 comments:

Mama Lamba said...

I'm sooo proud of you, Darlin'. Keep writing your poems! Your Mama Lamba

Lisa-Anne said...

I'm proud of you, too! :)
Love you so much!
Auntie LA
Some
Zebras
eat
indoors,
yes!