What Is Your Calamity? Poem by Mark Heathcote

What is your calamity, crying daily?
Why are you frowning on every passing stranger?
Why do they only present you with some hidden danger?
Love, darling, dear!
They're not all here preying on us… each other…

What is your calamity, crying daily?
Oh, believe me, darling your problems
They're just a grain of sand.
So, why then love is your face like petrified stone.
Love your false smile is a barricade a place to hide.

What is your calamity, crying daily?
Love, whys we love our fire, turning to ashes…
All these people passing aren't assassins.
Love, darling, dear!
Why do you hide all your passion for life?

What is your calamity, crying daily?
What is your calamity, crying daily?
What is your calamity, crying daily?
Crying daily, crying daily, and crying daily
Why, why, why are you living with me the stranger one?