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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
ARE WE TOO OLD TO HOLD HANDS
A simple phrase, not simple as it sounds
For all our age, calls back our younger years
And leads us to the track where we were bound
To enter tunnels where we left our fears
And seeing nothing but the endless night
And still the anguish holds us in its grasp
Its mindless foibles biting like an asp
The wonder that any love at all exists
The rules they hammered into heads like fists
We thought we lost those guidelines back in time
They still exist in corners of the mind
But all it took was one small glass of wine.
Drew myself together, said loud and clear,
Am I too old to hold your hand, my dear?
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
ARE WE TOO OLD TO HOLD HANDS
A simple phrase, not simple as it sounds
For all our age, calls back our younger years
And leads us to the track where we were bound
To enter tunnels where we left our fears
And seeing nothing but the endless night
And still the anguish holds us in its grasp
Its mindless foibles biting like an asp
The wonder that any love at all exists
The rules they hammered into heads like fists
We thought we lost those guidelines back in time
They still exist in corners of the mind
But all it took was one small glass of wine.
Drew myself together, said loud and clear,
Am I too old to hold your hand, my dear?