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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

Copyright © Wendy Nipas | Year Posted 2018

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Lunita Blanca Date: 5/14/2018 1:36:00 PM There are more things worst then death Wendy. I for one would rather have switches instead of knobs. I would only have two. One to feel alone and one to feel the forest magic in spring. Really like this Wendy. Login to Reply Wendy Nipas Date: 5/14/2018 2:57:00 PM Thank you so much.