[Emeritiassoc] Touch Hands

[Edward Baum]

Hi,

A few have asked me for the poem I read at today's luncheon. It is by 
William Henry Harrison Murray.

Ah, friends, dear friends, as year go on
    and heads get gray, how fast the guests do go.
Touch hands, touch hands with those that stay.
Strong hands to weak, old hands to young
     around the Christmas board, touch hands.
The false forget, the foe forgive, for every guest will go
    and every fire burn low and cabin empty stand.
Forget, forgive, for who may say that Christmas day
   may ever come to host or guest again.
Touch hands.

Ed