Touch

by

Luigi Lalumia

Dare I forsake life?
Should I consider life a capsule?
Swallowed by a monotonous scoundrel?
A pill that causes me to regurgitate day
after day without meaning?

No!

What will people think of us?
After we return to dust
Before we see last light
touch your fellow mankind
from millions of days away
and back

These gifts given to us
that have not vanished between
the ears or eyes of those
before this time
Are remembered in the form of art
or musical score
They are labors of the heart

Live to give a piece of yourself away
As we are benefactors of people
helping people

Everyday you wake is a gift
Open it with great excitement!
Do not let a single day be forsaken

For pleasures and needs are to be given
more than they should be received

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