TOUCHING YOU -- TOUCHING ME


Fifty years, it's been since the first
Satisfaction of hunger and thirst

Came thru synchronized beating of hearts,
Touching of passionate, meaning-filled parts,

The ringlets, so blond, have now turned white,
Matching my beard, when I shave it each night,

We promise to meet in the great beyond,
Whoever goes first leaves a beckon upon

The remaining partner, no matter how far,
An eon's wait will seem but an hour.

by D. Edgar Murray