Something That Is Real Poem by Ray Hansell

The hour is getting late
So, I have to go
But there are a few things
I just have to let you know

You have touched my life
In a way I can't explain
Even though we have not even met
And I barely know your name

It's funny when you meet someone
We're always on guard
Giving up too much information
At first is very hard

But who knows maybe someday soon
The barriers will all fall
We'll leave this all behind us
We'll walk and no longer have to crawl

When we finally know each other
With no more secrets to conceal
What a joy in living life
Finally, having something that is real


11-27-18/RjH