It takes the world to go around but my search never ends….

The search for warm touches, caring hugs and lovely sunshines..….

The search for old folks, my rusty friends and some carefree times….

The innocence and joy which then dotted my life
Were swiftly taken away by testing time.

Now I remain a body without soul,
A lot has been given and little less owned.

The thoughts and memories linger on long
My roots and my old times call me from far.

I have moved away miles to ask them back
Someone take me home in their gentle clasp.