Love's Labors Lost?

When the heart

is cut or cracked or broken

Do not clutch it

Let the wound lie open

Let the wind

From the good old sea blow in

To bathe the wound with salt

And let it sting

Let a stray dog lick it

Let a bird lean in the hole and sing

A simple song like a tiny bell

And let it ring

by

Michael Leunig

Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,

A medley of extemporanea;

And love is a thing that can never go wrong,

And I am Marie of Roumania.

by

Dorothy Parker

These are two poems from my Poem a Day book that seem to be so appropriate right now in part of our family's life. So called "Love" can motivate us all to do things that we subsequently regret. Not only "feelings" get hurt...little people do too. They then "Inherit the Wind". But we must all muddle through and do the best with what we are given. (or with what we choose) Time does not always heal a broken heart it just procreates another one. How sad...making it so hard to... Bob!