Severance <br />Over the years, <br />the hands, now slightly arthritic <br />and wrinkled by the many multiples <br />of 180 plus days, <br />have developed a firm and steady grip <br />on the compass of countless young lives. <br />Thank you, Lord, <br />for slowly, gently, but persistently <br />prying those fingers free, <br />opening them to tomorrow.<br /><br />Keith Langdon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/severance-4/
