Remember the days when
we walked hand in hand
You were my other half
I believed you were my better half
We were as one
As we walked hand in hand
I feel your hand slipping throw my fingers
My arms are at full length
Stretching desperately to hold on to you
But I now feel its time, Time to let you go
And for me to walk alone.
January 2007
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
...nice one Liam, but slipping 'through my' fingers. I'm dsylexic so I know the difficulties you must go through at times, but it's incumbent on us to try and do better. I admire you for writing Liam, and you have my very best wishes, Jerry