Hands, Do Tell

My hands tell a story,
The story of my life,
Of joyful high hand claps
Or of wringing times of strife.
My hands have eyes,
They know of my memories each day.
They've seen every word I wrote
And every word I ever may.
My hands tell my story,
And yours will tell of you,
For you have but a start
And many adventures will ensue.