The Senses


People always wanting something from the heart,
This isn't much,
But it's a start,
We have the availability to touch,
To feel something, for example, a dart.
For some reason the eye can sometimes see,
But the hands cannot feel,
When you and a ghost like creature meet,
You think they'll want a deal,
My grandfather, could it be?
It is him, but why can't he view,
He loves me I know,
Of course, I love him too,
It's only for a split second then I'll watch him go,
I guess I'll see him again when my time is due.


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