Out of Touch

Out of touch How I wished a knob would do it One that could control your mind And another for your feelings If such power I could find I would be so quick to turn them Yes, I’d do it every day For happy thoughts and happy feelings So sadness could not have her way One more knob would still be needed For some quiet and some noise But I promise I would use them Only when I had no choice This may seem somewhat sadistic Believe me, how I wish you knew All these knobs would serve a purpose I don’t need many, just a few I’d use them for a loving soul Whose suffering hurts me much A helpless patient he’s become Who would wish upon him such? If you had known him I would bet You’d use the knobs for good To add some meaning to his life It would be understood How sad to see the old man now And oh, how do I hate To see how he’s so out of touch In his demented state. Wendy Nipas