So…my 100th post already. Thank you to those of you that have ‘liked’ my posts, whether it is for the photographs or for the poetry. It is always encouraging to receive feedback both in ‘likes’ and in comments. So here is my one hundredth post- a poem I have sat on for a bit and a photograph I took of a Tarsier in Bohol, yesterday.
The hands that grasped the rail
Greying lines cut across them.
Small scars rose out of them.
The nails were chipped and Somewhat carelessly cut.
And the gold band scratched,
Worn and tarnished with time.
How hard it was to stand there,
To realise with that slight sad sigh
That the hands that grasped the rail