Lefty Poems and Lyrics

It started off I couldn't write, with pen and ink it was a fight.
Two letters here, two letters there then blot it quick so it didn't smear.
Then came scissors, they would not snip. I just couldn't seem to get a grip.
Growing up was such a chore, even a simple thing, like opening a door.
My clumsiness I had to hide, when I found the handle on the wrong side.

In the kitchen it was dread, trying to carve a slice of bread.
With great effort to get it straight, it still sat like a wedge on my plate.

The verge of my lawn was thick and lush, all because my trimmer wanted to pull not push

I often wonder about the life I have, and how I came to take this path.
On this backward planet I seemed to have landed, but god in his wisdom made me left handed

By Left Hand World member Colin

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