Hands in Hand

Hands in Hand

Hands behind me,
turned any way you like,
will not reveal
years, decades past,
nor the hands that held me

That man you knew,
barely knew,
who spent his life
trying to turn back the clock,
resurrect a love
too early in her grave,
is generations gone

His mistake:
dwelling on the past,
ignoring what I offer,
Now and Tomorrow

Take me forward,
my hands in yours


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