Originally Posted by
freckle
Touching the sky with one finger.
I came here a young man in 1958
Being "out" in Naples was not a good idea at the time
And anyway, what a wild time I had when I arrived,
I mean wild.
I was never a good looking guy, no,
Now don’t try and contradict me!
But they say with youth comes the hide of a donkey.
Then I met him, and Oh- I was so happy
I mean Happy.
I was so happy I could have touched the sky with one finger.
This little poem was inspired by an elderly gentleman I heard on Radio Two this evening, he just had bags of charisma and I loved that line about touching the sky with one finger!!!!