A Mr. MaGoo Kinda Heart

         

[images from google images]

Upon reflection,

my heart has been

too much like

Mr. MaGoo,

bumbling about,

half-blind

and muttering

to itself,

as it crashed into walls

and stepped,

        all-unknowing,

off precipices,

crashing spectacularly

to earth,

dusting itself off,

still muttering

and slapping itself

upside the head,

and then,
indefatigably,

rising once again,

till finally

coming to rest,

having,
in spite of itself,

miraculously achieved

some age and wisdom,

content now

not to stray too far

from its porch swing,

where it calmly surveys

what life there is left

from within

much safer

boundaries.