Clinging

By touching we feel, no real need to show Let us sense our favourite thing Dreaming sleeping a wish an awake so slow Friends we keep close but why not a foe God a pleasure, but still another king Learn through life avoid trouble and woe Shadows cast long and dark but avoid holy Joe Be not like a worm the earth to cling Love life, go overcome like a fresh wind to blow There is a true life’s poetry as some do know Lives turning around climbing an upswing Grasping, releasing, knowing when to let go All this thinking but what about the status quo Going perhaps like an old wedding ring Gentle a feeling a releasing a touch there a forego