A Chance To Live (IP)

The ghost, he tried to grip the rose;

he said, “I love how red it glows.

I’d love to smell its scent again;

to touch it just like other men”.

And then he tried to feel the sun,

through its warm rays, his fingers, run,

“Oh bless this poor man with your gold”,

he begged but all he felt was cold.

He tried to touch a young girl’s face

but all he felt was empty space

and though he whispered in her ear

a silence was all she could hear.

“Oh god”, he said, “Why did I waste

the chance to touch, to smell, to taste;

to enjoy all life blessed me with.

Oh, for another chance to live”.