Tic toc, tickety toc
Hands are going backwards
Forward two, back three
Tic Toc clock sighs as time spins forwards
“Big Hand to Little Hand.” I said, “Big Hand to Little Hand”
You’re moving the wrong way
“I know, I know; but I’m having so much fun
And want to move time back to yesterday
Yesterday my hand was stronger
And nothing was an effort
Yesterday the sun shone brighter
And I could see which way to go
Yesterday I was so much younger
And time it moved much slower
Today my hand needs a hand to hold
And guide me round and round
Today the sun seems somewhat dimmer
And it’s hard to find my way
Today I’m older, the rhythm of time feels lost
And I can’t keep up with the hour”
Then Big Hand replied as he wiped tears from Little Hand’s eyes
“But your hand is in my hand so don’t worry, I’ll lead the way!
Time will march on … the sun’s here to stay
And together we’ll keep time moving forward
© 2013 Liana Wendy Howarth
image courtesy of http://www.mycutegraphics.com
What a beautiful poem! Your posts are such a blessing!
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You are so sweet Kimmy. Your posts are a blessing also.
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how we need those helping hands … lovely poem … and lovely new appearance 🙂
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Appreciate your lovely comment … about our need, the poem and the layout … thank you Heidi.
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