MOISTURISER

Oh dear!
What did we do
To our delicate hands?
There are so many lines
Than there were last time.

I think we could use
Some fancy moisturiser,
You know, to revive
The softness that we’ve lost;
It really works, they say.

I don’t remember a time
When last I felt the texture
Of a delicate hand
Against this harshness
That has crept into mine.

Wait, I remember now
Just these two days ago,
I ran into a gentleman
More gentle than a man could be
And so, we didn’t shake hands.

Some thing queer in me
Advised to refrain from contact
Apparently, I’m more comfortable
With this coarseness now.
How about you?

-K.G.