Lifeless Little Hands

I make shoes with my skilled skinny hands
But my feet are without a pair!
I push ice-cream cart with my calloused rough hands
But I can not afford one for myself!
I wash your cloths with my cold bony hands
But my cloths are soiled and ragged!
I hold many a colorful balloon in my dull sun-burned hands
But to play around with, is just my fantasy!
I bind books and copies with my eager lean hands
But to read and write, I never can!
I pick cocoa beans with my skeletal black hands
But little do I know, how the chocolate tastes?
I make toys in factory with my weary mangled hands
But I can only buy a one in my dreams!
I wipe away all the dreams with my tired languid hands
But every night a new one trickles down my cheeks!