My hands, Thank you

Thank you for helping me do my thing.
Calloused, veins showing,
Tired of everyday chores.
Rest happen only in sleep and snores.

Twenty seven bones for writing,
Working, and more so for helping.
Giving a hand. Lending a hand.
Hand in hand we go in wonderland.

Our hands boast of perfect abilities.
Power and precision to accomplish greatness.
The left and the right can be a demonstration,
Of care, hatred, anger and compassion.

Thank you, my hands
Thou to both of you too much I demand,
But then again, you never fail me
And let me very ably.

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