Man's needs

Countless are man’s needs;

some are tiny like mustard seeds.

To fulfill them who knows how much

diverse feelings, thoughts and touch.

 

A man’s mind in turmoil drowns;

quiet it, is job for clowns.

Reason and logic multiply;

in logic and reason defy.

 

A man’s heart contracts and expands;

all veins pulse in arms and hands.

Feelings and emotions drive to insanity

those who surrender to hallow vanity.

 

A man’s touch when from mind

tricks puzzles like no kind.

 

A man’s touch when from heart

comforts though in the dark.

 

A man’s touch when from both

Oh bliss! It’s worth.