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.