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THESE OLD HANDS
From our first breath until our last
we're touched by many hands
They help us pass through various
and often wondrous lands.
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They guide us, teach, offer support
when we have lost our way
They share our pain, our joy and love
as we walk our path each day.
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When we reach out to find our hands
are met with others sharing
We learn that we can pass this on
increase the bond of caring.
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From our first breath it's mother's hand
which holds us warm and near
From there it's teachers, lovers, friends,
and those who wipe our tears.
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And when we breathe our last breath
released from earthly ties
It's the hands of loved ones past
who hold ours as we fly.
~Author Unknown~
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