Disregard

Disregard

Yes, I am his fruit

Not knowing why

Not even the whys

Things that happen

Things in life

Without explanation

Or without wanting to give it

Numb hands

Tired

Old

But with the same strength

With the same will

They are hands that don't give up

Who works

Who gives affection

Who has love to give

Still here

Keeping promises

They are the example of the man of his word

The one that still exists

That gives value to what is

We are already little

For so few

But man without a word

Not a man

Is nothing

Time goes by

But the will increases

Hands are still here

Open

But resting