These hands served me well for fifty years, now they rest.
They are done grasping, twisting, pulling, pushing, and
touching.
I'm grateful for all that they have done for me.
They have been my constant instrument. They have not left my
side.
They did their work without complaint or fear.
They are done pinching, poking, clapping, tickling, and
scratching.
Now they rest.
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