Touch Peoples Lives

Have you any bloke touched his life? What strong force makes you a sharp knife? Or you’d wait and idea arrives For long starving dreams lazy drives? And perhaps the sort who knows the much One stands to gain from a tried touch… Eyes have I on the Guinness Books And, thus, no mediocrity brooks. A lot I glimpse in everything Very few of them common thing… Not common The Law held A Must And neither Man’s walked-upon dust.