Soft Hands

A world alone softened by soft hands.

There was a tiger and an old man.

Which is worse, the ending of another day?

Or the beginning of a new one?

I passed on the soft hands part

and became the old man with the tabby.

Why? Cause. I had things to do

and reasons to do them.

And now I am old and I have fallen years ago.

And I have gotten back up.

And I have many reasons to be greatful

and each has a name. And now my world is filled with color.

I touched and the world touched back.

I cried and the world cried for me.

I cried for the world and I believed.

I believed in building this world and individuals out of poverty.

And using my skills to help.

And I was blessed. I felt I could have a voice.

And that my voice was strong.

Most of my family has passed.

My friend Eddie has passed.

I believe in myself and the reasons why

I lived the life I chose. I made the right choices.

And I am satisfied.