Please Hold My Hand.....

Trudging along the slippery path of life, If I ever slip to the ground, Please extend a hand of yours, For me to hold and turn around, To be on my feet again, leaving the ground. If I stray and stroll on a wrong path, Just raise your hands and not voice, And signal me to come back home, Rush I will, abandoning the roam, Like a dumb animal, to bear the wrath. If you want to share a private whisper, Just a soft touch on my hand will do, If words run out, hold my hand and cast a look, My eager ears will no doubt pick the clue, Then and there, from your touch and stare. If and when I lie speechless, in my final hours, Darling please hold my hand and look at my face. With your touch, I shall smile and say goodbye, And slowly pass away in sublime grace, Hands still clasped, my soul will be in the eternal space.