MIDAS TOUCH By Tom Jensen
What has once been bought
has now been sold
Your Midas touch
turned me into gold
Never to grow young
never to grow old
Death does part
forget to have and hold
Sickness is health
as warmth becomes cold
A face once beautiful
is now pale and blue
Crumbling down
what was once brand new
The question is not how or why
or when but who?
The lesson is be careful
of what you wish for
Because it just might come true...
The wink of the eye
of your future wife
The turn of a corner
and the stab of a knife
Just a second could change your life
So beware of what's around you
Be aware of where you go
Because you never really know...
After your next step
After your next breath
There could be one life and one death
Forget all the rest