Hands

 

Summer’s gonna come

and the days will get long.

Sun rises early this far North

and sends its light

long into the night.

The streetlights don’t come on

until late

and we’re gonna wonder

what to do with all the days,

but sometimes

we have to realize

the time is borrowed.

 

We can work

and reap our share

and we can do

things to prepare.

Life’s a cycle,

this much I know.

We have hands

for holding on,

and hearts

for letting go.

 

Seasons change,

like cities on the road.

Always a new place to explore.

I could put pins

all over the globe,

but none of that matters, anymore.

I’ve written words for every day,

and I still don’t know

what to say.

 

Am I getting older,

or am I just getting old?

It feels like both,

I suppose.

The older I get,

the more I know,

we have hands

for holding on,

and hearts

for letting go.

 

I love you more

than you will ever know.

I spend my days

thinking of ways to show

you the love

you deserve

and more,

another summer

is just around the corner.

 

I pray the days

find us somewhere new.

Some adventure,

some perfect view

of the world

before it gets too hard

for us to ignore our scars.

 

I’ll hold you close,

and tell you that I know

God gave us hands

for holding on,

and hearts

for letting go.

 

 

HG – 2022

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