I want to draw but my hands refuse
I want to sculpt but my hands can’t mold
To persist is, for my hands, abuse
I’m not an artist, so I’ve been told
But beauty and soul I can capture
Or try to, certainly that I can do
Words that have filled great halls of literature
May be contained all in a simple photo
I just started a new photo blog. When you have the time, please visit. It’s called Me Feckin’ Fotos.