The Back of My Hand

A rough life.

The Back of My Hand

A mean man was I they said

The back of my hand brought plenty of dread

An evil temper and strong right arm

Often resulted in deadly harm

Evil man became my name

My terrible temper none could tame

And so I learned to live alone

For I was rotten to the bone

A snake said some, who needs to die

But none were willing to have a try

None ever dared to take a stand

When I raised up the back of my hand

I was raised from youth to stand and fight

And fight I did with all my might

I grew up fast and became a man

And never forgot the back of my father's hand

Reviews

[Lorry]

We are the shadows of what came before us. So much observed and learnt from such a young age, shapes our thinking into who we become. Captured brilliantly here Tom.

[Tom Wade]

Thanks. The reason our prisons are full is bad parenting.

[Valentine]

Todays children are not disciplined like we were when we were kids. My dad spanked us and if I admit it now, 90% of the time we needed it. Spank a kid today, get picked up for child abuse.Valentine

[Tom Wade]

Sad but true. Thanks for reading and commenting.

[Terpsichore]

I cannot say it any better than this;

'Give me a child until he is 7 and I will show you the man.'

Aristotle.

So true, so very true.

T

[Tom Wade]

Thanks for reading and commenting.

[Robert Haigh]

Sadly all to true... all too often! Thankfully, I never experienced such an upbringing, but I know of others who did. Well penned.

[Tom Wade]

Thanks for the read and kind comments.