Just A Touch

Just A Touch

Walking home, can’t feel a thing

See the world, it’s what I’m missing

All the pieces mean so much

What they lack is just a touch

Wood frames, metal bars

From a distance, have no scars

Hands elude them, now I see

Once upon their tapestry

And is it all in vain?

How long have they been waiting?

Nothing more than dust

Just waiting to be touched

Wood frames, metal bars

From a distance, have no scars

Hands elude them, now I see

Once upon their tapestry

Walking home, can’t feel a thing

See the world, it’s what I’m missing

All the pieces mean so much

What they lack is just a touch

© 4/27/2003, William Grant Preston

Grant's Rants - Poetry