I Felt My Life with Both My Hands

I felt my life with both my hands
To see if I was there
I held my spirit to the Glass
To prove it possibler

I turned my Being round and round
And paused at very pound
To ask the Owner's name
For doubt, that I should know the Sound

I judged my features, jarred my hair
I pushed my dimples by, and waited
If they twinkled back
Conviction micht, of me

I told myself, "Take Courage, Friend
That was former time
But we might learn to like the Heaven
As well as our Old Home!"