Hold My Hand

I heard him say, come, hold my hand To an old woman on the road, People there didn’t see her stand Helpless, afraid to cross the road. To a blind child begging on street I heard him say, come, hold my hand When she tumbled on a man’s feet, Fate's game she didn’t understand. An old man clung to lone last strand Finding he had nowhere to go, I heard him say, come, hold my hand We’d walk out, see the grand rainbow. This good Samaritan discarded Found his hour glass fast losing sand, Implored me in a weak voice sad I heard him say, come, hold my hand. November 17, 2017. Form : Quatern. Syllable count : 8 each line.