Hand and Hand
I see an old couple strolling hand and hand
With smiles as bright as the sun shine
It reminds me of how we use to be
When I could feel the roughness of your
over worked hands intertwined with mine
As we stroll I no longer feel the roughness
Only the breeze of the wind blowing through
my empty hand
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