Today I saw an elderly gentleman hold on tightly to his lady's hand whilst they alighted the train and slowly enter the lift to exit the station. I happened to be across the road from their bus stop and saw the gentleman lead his lady across the road safely to their destination. Not once did he let go of her hand.
When I grow old and fragile, will you still hold my hand?
When I grow old and fragile, will you still hold my hand?
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