Sinister

Sinister

Here I sit, just beyond the wrist

    Lazy, improper

Unable to write or throw a ball

Yet useful in a lesser way

Playing my supportive role

 

Half of an unequal pair

    Of twins

I hold the board while Dexter saws,

The paper while he writes

And so we are a team

 

Recent sickness took away the meat

    But left my bones.

Skin wrinkles, purple veins protrude

The joints complain of too much use

And knuckles seem too large

 

Nails cut short for outdoor work

   Speak of age

Yet health shows in the pink color

So I serve my purpose well

Sinister one