Watch my hands

Watch my hands

A Poem by Jon Roggie

You have to keep track.
There are simple indicators.
Just to let you know to back off.
Something to think about.
Me,
  my left hand starts first.
Sometimes,
  I can stop the shaking.
Sometimes.
Now,
  if I am not careful,
    both hands start.
Reaches that point,
  there is no finesse.
I can't hold a glass.
Why do I mention this?
I cherish when I have the control.
Stealing a moment.

© 2016 Jon Roggie


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Added on April 18, 2016
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Jon Roggie
Jon Roggie

Porterville, CA



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