The Human Touch
by James Cucinella

'Tis the human touch in this world that counts,
the touch of your hand and mine
that means far more to the fainting heart
than shelter and bread and wine, 

For shelter is gone when the night is over
and bread lasts only a day,
but the touch of the hand and the sound of the voice
sustains the soul on its way.   


©1989 James Cucinella

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