Touch

Something to touch

Something to open up

To involve, to hold

Something I’d like for my own

Before the world has lost

It’s longing to touch

When the young are old and then have gone

The old touch is lost

Waiting to be found

To be found anew

But never to be found

Never to be found by touch

You may say I’m too short in the tooth

But I’ve found something I’m gonna hold on to

For my part I’ll hold

For my part I’ll hold onto

It’s too early to be confused

But my laces are tied and I’m tripping

When the young are old and then have gone

The old touch is lost

Waiting to be found

To be found anew

But never to be found

To be found by touch

Waiting to be found

To be found anew

But never to be found

To be found by touch