Your Hand Tells A Story

I touch your face and I know your pain
I touch your hand and it tells a story
I feel your love for life, for the young and the old , the sick , and the poor
You want to help others because you, yourself are helpless in your own life
You struggle to make it, but you show no shame, your life story is a secret, you keep everything bottled within
Though you seem happy, you give a smile each day
To strangers, to homeless, to special needs
Your hand speaks to me, it throbs like your heart
Tender and kind, tearful and caring
Wherever you are, there is a gold dust sprinkle in everything you do
You have seen many things, and sang many songs
To me you are an angel just waiting around
Until you have finished your mission of peace within your soul
To do unto others is the will of your being
The story of a true human being, by the touch of the hand