Comments about Brian Foshee
The Wandering Heart
She handed me her heart.
She said be careful with it love,
nurture it, caress it and keep it close.
Shelter it from the rain above.
I held that heart in both hands,
but soon life brought its trouble.
I can hold it in one hand and have a hand free.
I’m still holding it, but now I can do double.
Life kept piling the problems on.
I worked hard on them with the hand that was free.
Troubles piling up faster, I’ll just put it down,
I’ll keep a good eye on it, you’ll see.
Difficulties piled to the left,
work piled so high I can’t stop.