There once was a man
Who was strong and tall and broad and brown.
I mention the way he looked
Because it was part of everything that he meant to me.
His handsome hands
Were smooth, brown, determined
Thick ropey veins made inroads across their vastness.
Those hands meant so many things to me
Death comes to us all at sometime
As indeed it did for this man I loved.
It takes what it will
But I can never forgive
For what it stole along the way.