Ghost with long hands

Saw a ghost
Who had long hands
I wondered what use were they
What would it touch

It would seep through the walls
Glide through the doors
Melt through all
Without a worry as such

But with such long hands
It felt awkward
With them dangling
With no way to feel or touch

It was happy one
But the long hands
Scared a few a little
And some a very much

Ghost with long hands
Floated and flew
Dragging his long hands
With a little bit of grudge