Life in the Soft Lane - edit

[brynmawr1]

Life in the Soft Lane                                   like the title


Anyone can see from my soft hands
how rich and useless I’ve become of late:                 I think this is implied and see below
palms without callouses, nails pink and smooth;
loose knuckles never barked in shop or fight.
I’ve even lost my writer’s thickening
along those fingers pencils used to press;
this week I took a chunk out gardening–
it bled like fun:  a farmer would have laughed.
But then a farmer wouldn’t understand
(at least, no farmer only decades past)                 I would recommend cutting this line. doesn't add and a little confusing to me.
how merely getting old could bring in cash
or typing, dreaming, all but mind at rest.
My useless life extends, I own enough        I don't buy your life is useless.  Idle, maybe, or something with genteel connotation. 
to buy my needs from men with hands still rough.     nice ending.

I owe someone a critique, but can't seem to find a submission to pay it on!

HI Duke,
Well done.  some humble suggestions above.
Take care,
bryn