A poem should be a pretty thing
Or that is what I once thought
Really a poem touches you
Where you are and where you are not
As there's different types of touching
There's different types of poems
Some metered some rhymed
Some just a cry
As there's touching when you
Politely just want to get by
Then there's touching when you're
Afraid and think you're going to cry
Of course there's back slapping
Hand holding and warm embrace
Then there's that last touch
Just before the color leaves you face
Love the last stanza! It makes me think of the last touch from a doctor who has given you bad news...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tom, your humour might be classed by some as dry, but this one loves it. Keep putting the pen to paper my friend and I will keep reading. Top marks and thanks for sharing. David