In Safe Hands

In Safe Hands You see your hands so wrinkled, skin no longer tight You see your hands can't write without a wobble, be it slight You see your hands are not so strong as they used to be You see your hands can't reach that itch, so you scratch it on a tree I see the hands which gently rubbed each bruise and bump I made I see the hands which waved me off each time I holidayed I see the hands which held on tight, kept me safe on windy days I see the hands of love which care for me, in very many ways Soon there'll be another who sees my hands like yours I know I'll be there for them without a moments pause But if you see me falter for sometimes things aren't planned I hope that you will simply, lend a helping hand