Hands to Hold

Wrinkled old hands
entwined with young and soft ones.
The silence is peaceful
and understood.
You're tired,
so I won't talk too much.
I look at you
and only hope
that someday, someone will come
and hold my wrinkled old hands
in their young, soft ones.
Then someday when they look at me,
I will remember my youth
and feel young again.