On Hands

Hello. I've had a thought and written a little thing about it which I'd like to share with you. It's called "On Hands" and it goes thusly:

On Hands

A small pause for thought, a small thought on paws.

In truth that is all our hands are, of course.

Modified forepaws made to bracchiate;

These are the keys to what humans create.

Just eight lithe fingers and two skillful thumbs,

It's with these that all  our victories are won.

They grip pens. write with earnest volition,

Scribe noble thoughts in fresh-print editions.

They wield tools and make from marble or steel

New wonders to see, new glories to feel.

But the best use of all - this small truth I'll unfurl - 

Is to sit hand in hand and feel safe from the world.

One hopes you're well,
Yours,
ADWoodward