I wrote this poem on my blog.
These Hands
full of varicose veins from constant exertion
are taken for granted
For if my hands were cut off
I will shout to the heavens
not because of the pain and humiliation
not because I won’t be able to feel the soft hands of my children
or because of the lack of ability to caress my sensual wife
or to express my complex creativity
It will be because I won’t be able to, ,with my own flesh and blood,
verify anything that I own
As it will be taken away from me
Along with my hands.
(This still applies even if you have robotic hands)
Also I don't have kids or a wife
full of varicose veins from constant exertion
are taken for granted
For if my hands were cut off
I will shout to the heavens
not because of the pain and humiliation
not because I won’t be able to feel the soft hands of my children
or because of the lack of ability to caress my sensual wife
or to express my complex creativity
It will be because I won’t be able to, ,with my own flesh and blood,
verify anything that I own
As it will be taken away from me
Along with my hands.
(This still applies even if you have robotic hands)
Also I don't have kids or a wife