• Hand of Wisdom
    It’s chubby and young, my life has begun.
    I run in the sun, my hand is still young.
    It’s thin and lean, I’m now a teen.
    It’s time to sing, it now bears a ring.
    It’s the opposite of thick, I’m now growing sick.
    Gray hair and always cold, I’m now growing old.
    I have lived my life, it was so nice.
    I have to say bye, it’s time to die.