These hands are hard and coarse.
They built Dreams and Hopes.
Arms pulled me out of my own way.
These hands hold my future.
These feet wandered I walked many lands.
They led me to where I am today.
My legs are strong to carry me.
The feet marched and ran many miles.
The face is a face only a mother can love and she does.
The rest of you have to get used to it.
Winds of deserts and seas have slapped it.
The eyes have seen things I won't say all.
The heart keeps beating I can't control.
Emotions called life can take its toll.
Blood keeps flowing I do share.
Heart breaks and mends in time.
I am just a man, a father and a lover of Life.
Richard Orszulak 9/28/2012