sense of touch

�We all mold one another's dreams. We all hold each other's fragile hopes in our hands. We all touch others' hearts.�

I can count on my hand In the style of a man Though these lashes Make the tears fall harder I can count on my hand These hopes that I have Though they’re juvenile I’ll try and smile I can count on my hand The people who know My mind is so slow Mis-shapen like clay I can count on my hands  The chances I’ll have Though I might turn and laugh I do so in fear I need something to count on Sometime to hold Someone to love me Out in the cold Someone to warm me  Though it might burn to stand A person to remind me theres still life at hand

Reviews

[Ravenskald]

smile, I love the thoughts expressed here
mirrors a lot of my own of late
good, I don't have to write this one .

Beautifully written and executed
R