Why can't someone hold my hand

To keep me from slipping away.

What? Can't even my dearest friends

Hold my hand when the shadows cover my day?

Why, oh why, can't my associates hold my hand?

For many a day we spent together.

We flew the air, we roamed the golf course

Regardless of the weather.

Then why can't my loved ones and kindred

Hold my hand and keep me above the Earth's soil?

Don't they love me? Prostrate I lie.

Weary from struggle and toil.

But now seems before me a lonely tunnel,

Or narrow strait to bear.

That I must enter and face alone.

I look for a friend somewhere.

Now, at last I know, why friends can't hold my hand!

There is a FRIEND greater than the sky.

Reaching down saying "Come unto me.

Live on forever. You will never die."

©2010 Rosalie M. Taylor