hands

Those hands

That used to be

Firm

Are now soften with

Age.

Those hands

That used to be

Strong

Are now weaken in

Pulse.

Those hands

That held me so

Much

Are now mine to

Hold on.

Tighter, tighter

I grip on tight

As in belief

I could give back

The life you gave me.

Slipping, slipping

Your grip soon slips

As of belief

You have reach

To the end.

Those hands

That used to be

Dear

Are now still so

Dear.

Forever loved,

Forever love.

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