A touch that brings compassion
A twinkle in the eye
The arm, e’er so tender
The touch that’s felt is mine.
Stairs, to door, lead to course
Friendly strangers wave
Have I been living, anonymously?
Companionship is saved.
A crack when club meets ball
Its seamless, silent, fate
Hands on wheel, foot to floor
Then perambulate.
Gates – boom, crash, opera
Signage behind bush
Directionlessly navigate
Got out, when stopped, to push.
The river-boat floats by
As we partake in kind
Sometimes I sit and think deep thoughts
Today I sit and find
There’s no place for thoughts this day
Banned from life, for good
Well, maybe not for good, I say
But for now, relaxing mood
Village, shopping, smile seen
The further north I came
At home no-one acknowledged me
New attitude in vain.
Village, shopping, smile seen
Not a penny spent
Thai restaurant chief with sense of humor
There, again, I went.
Beautiful one day and the next
Boat resting on the sea
Family nearer every day
Compassion nearer me.
That day when the penny dropped
My future written for
Import gleaned, shining through
Away again? No more!
The eyes that looked me in the eye
They twinkled, then I knew
What was north of the divide
Was the hand I held – was you.
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