Unprepared For The Rush Of This

Take my hand and hold it tight,
Squeeze until you feel us bond.
The speed of time increases quick.
And many are going to lose their grip!
Those unprepared for the rush of this,
Will be left unknowing what's going on!
Since divisions of mindsets will be gone.

Approach we do,
The coming of a new dawn!
Take my hand and hold it tight,
Squeeze until you feel us bond.
The speed of time increases quick.
And many are going to lose their grip!
Take my hand and hold it tight.

Hold it tight.
Hold it tight!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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