the artist paints a vision he sees
a sculpter sculpts, from a block a statue he frees

a writer writes words or a musical score
a musician plays a golfer yells fore

everyone everywhere is in need of their hands
talents all over the world all over this land

folks who use their hands every day
yet, without them how could you say

good to see you, hello, i love u or sorry to a friend
be hearing impaired, its a hassel, but its not the end

sign laungage is used all over this land
to me these are the most talented use of your hands






this one had so much potential but i hit a wrong button and lost most of my original poem i had typed,


new tag """ children""