When we’re wrapped up warm and snug in bed
We remember mother and her arms so dear
Otherwise we feel a lonely dread
A hollowness that soon fills up with fear
When we live alone ,we miss love’s touch
A kiss, a hand on arm, a kindly glance
A sinking feeling gets us in its clutch
Though we may be touched by happenstance
“Being touched” meant somebody was mad
Touched by demons, touched and set aside
Labelling is unkind,indeed it’s bad
And many lonely people try to hide
Let’s touch the other’s heart by sudden smiles
Without the wish to conquer or beguile
How my heart sings 