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Hand in Hand
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by
The Ironhorse Writer
© 2000/2007
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Tell ya what 'ol woman
As he grabbed the throttle
"If I had any sense at all
I'd get a younger model
Clutch pulled in
Gear kicked down
Eyes cold as steel
Face full of frown
"Don't go out and find a wall
Or wrap around a tree."
As she watched the night grab hold of him,
Whispered, "You come back to me."
She remembered the fence he'd gone through
"Damn gravel, he said," she blurted."
Recalled the ditch they found him in
That night, with death, he flirted
He too thought about that night
When he nearly cashed it in
How she was there to patch him up
To bring him back again
He thought of thirty years with her
Laughed of their first date
As he pulled up on his brand new scoot
Of her father saying, "Oh great!"
A restless kid who made her laugh
A girl who loved him so
With but a glance, sealed with a dance
Thirty years ago
He stopped along the moonlit lake
Set that 'ol kickstand
"With all the crap I've put her through
She's always held my hand."
A familiar prayer from a heart
That learned to set him free
"Lord, please don't let his restless soul,
Fly too far from me."
With that she settled in 'his' chair
In hand, an 'ol leather vest
At least, that much of him was there
She tried to get some rest
The morning sun crept past the blinds
And nestled on 'his' chair
Through sleepy eyes, she realized
He'd been standing there
"Forgive an 'ol fool who refused to see
Who refused to understand.
It was you that always set me free,
And always held my hand."
She stared awhile at a weary face
His eyes, gray hair, the lines
With a smile, so out of place, said
"What say we close the blinds?"
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