Your hands tell a story br of what your life has been. br The length and look of someones nails br and the condition of their skin. br br Some cracked and dried like kindling br some smooth as a newborn babies butt. br Knuckles crippled, in twisted pain br As if the other things were not enough. br br All open books of history br taken minds eye to a life and time. br To look deeply at your hands br and stare deeply into your mind. br br Our hands are our mirrors images br of all the life that we have lived. br The closed ones paled and withered br the open ones dried out from their give.