Be Good (to your hands)

There are little cuts

On my hands

They sting

Like life

Bittersweet

I complain about the little cuts

Good-naturedly

Because they sting

But I like them

To be honest

A gentle reminder that my body

Has a limit

Is not afraid to tell me so

There are little cuts

On my hands

Working with metal

Heat and edges

Work hard

Be good to your hands