Two hands touch with faith in the other
The worn hands of time can tell
Scars each a silent mark
Leathered skin
Yard work and journeys across the sea
Callused of long days
All things fade with the age of time
Turning of each nursery rhyme
Grace, comfort these hands gave
Tears of pain, wiped away
Fought battles won and lost
Dust each day they still pray
Two hands touched long ago
One of yours, one of mine.
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