When a man’s an empty kettle,
He should be on his mettle.
And yet I’m torn apart.
Just because I’m presumin’
That I could be kind-a human,
If I only had a heart.
I’d be tender — I’d be gentle
And awful sentimental
Regarding Love and Art
I’d be friends with sparrows..
…And the boy who shoots the arrows
If I only had a heart.
Picture me….a balcony….
Above a voice sings low.
Wherefore art thou, Romeo?
I hear a beat….how sweet!
Just to register emotion
Jealousy — Devotion –
And really feel the part,
I could stay young and chipper,
And I’d lock it with a zipper,
If I only had a heart!
December 11, 2005

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I am friends with sparrows, but red cardinals are my favorites little feathered friends.
It’s probably somewhere buried inside of there, hence this post and your desire to find it. Maybe compassion for strangers and forgiveness of friend or foe is a good first step to get there.
*PMS = parked motorcycle syndrome