I Am A Ghost

I Am A Ghost

I am centuries old,

Since I am a ghost,

Not touched by heat or cold.

When was it that I once had behold,

The frozen mountain or golden coast?

I am centuries old.

Weather effects, about them I’ve been told,

But I do not feel chill or roast,

Not touched by heat or cold.

Long has been destroyed my hold,

My family and friends long since toast,

I am centuries old.

I miss a gentle enfold,

And a threat sent via post,

Not touched by heat or cold.

Truth be told,

I miss every bit of living the most,

I am centuries old,

Not touched by heat or cold.