The hand is still rough, why, it even has some calluses, but itís a beginning.
Since been revised
It picks things up and carries them
It points the way to begin
Itís at the end of every hug
Can even help you deal with thugs
It tells you when to hold on fast
It lets you know to let go at last
It shakes hallow and waves good by
Can even wipe your tears aside
It ties things up and cuts them free
Can even keep you company
It picks your nose when no one sees
And wipes your bum so tenderly
It speaks to those who can not hear
It sticks its fingers in your ears
Can hold it out to those in need
Without our hand who would we be
Another handy cap you see
So thank you Lord for giving me
A hand to write this poem for thee
Weíre all poets, only some of us write it down. JC 9/27/08
Anyone who has the courage to disagree, deserves all do respect. JC 4/28/08
Life is a loosing battle, so you might as well live it up.
Life should be like skiing, you have the most fun on the way down. J.C. 8/17/07
Take their word for it, and thatís just what youíll get.
Only the truth is worth the ultimate sacrifice.
Compared to the far right, the far left is somewhere in the middle. J.C. 2/22/06
Iíll be the first to apologies, as long as I get one back.
Itís a happy man, who can laugh at himself.
If youíre looking for a new experience, donít hire someone with a lot of it. J.C. sometime in 1990