The Hand You Held

The hand you held has aged, I know,
Since when we walked here long ago;
But still, within your eyes I see
The boy who walked along with me –

I’m proud, so proud, of who you are:
And all you’ve touched along the way;
For you have come both high and far,
To vanquish ghosts of yesterday –

And here, the sea is once again
A witness to us motley two:
A stepdad and his stepson, who
Left here as boys, and came back here
As men

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