Stick 203 - Old Man Hand

Old man hold my hand...

I found you by the sea
I found you staring out to where nobody could be
I found you safe and sound
I saw the wrinkles on your weathered hand
as you held onto the wooden railing
in the bush above the sand land

I wondered how you were
I wondered what you remembered most
I wondered who was waiting at home
I saw a tear begin to form
as it lay in wait in the pond of your eye
and connected with the life in nature's eternal bush

I realised you knew I was there
I realised you really didn't mind
I realised you shared with me your now time
I saw the tear smear into the here
as it became the part of your being old
as it became the part of me being here with you sharing a story untold