• From the very start, hands were there
    Doing everything they could
    As the sun kept rising
    Hands kept working

    Never stopping for anything
    Constantly doing as told
    Not once complaining
    Always obediant

    Though they created many beauties
    Hands were never satisfied
    They never created great enough
    Angry that they couldn't do more

    Despised themselves for what they were not
    Always wanted to do the best
    Didn't love the day as it was

    When their time was up
    Thinking back on everything done
    Hands were never satisfied
    Until the last minute
    When hands could do nothing