All hands reaching
But not one far enough
All hands trying
But not one I can touch
All hands searching
But not one I will know
And in the end I'm still
Standing here alone
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What I Leave Behind
PoetryWe all want to be remembered. We all leave pieces of ourselves behind. This is one of mine. This is what I leave behind. A collection of poetry, without a theme, made up of my favourite pieces I've written over the years and pieces I will write in t...
Hands
All hands reaching
But not one far enough
All hands trying
But not one I can touch
All hands searching
But not one I will know
And in the end I'm still
Standing here alone
