Can’t Shake Hands With a Closed Fist

Hands often tell a s.t.o.r.y.
That faces will not betray
For when a mask slips on
The hands will give you away.

The stiff fingers when you place
Your hand in >>mine.<<
The tremor while your voice stays calm
And you look right into my eyes.

There’s a dozen scars that tell the tales
Of adventures that have passed.
You may not tell the stories,
But your hands will tell your past.

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