Only A Touch Poem by Ologunde Joshua Abiodun

This world is not our Home
Until we understand;
That we need not to get old before death knocks
While crossing this world
What print am I writing on the sand of time.
We live in a broken world
Where the broken piece are sharp and jagged;
And the distance between the broken pieces has grown deep and wild
We've tried gravity
And tried all kinds of artificial means of coming together.
Maybe the only thing that will work
at the end is for someone to simply touch the life of others
And build a bridge in the mist of their storms.
Building a bridge with your touch.
To love is to heal; charity is the greatest of all.