[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,
indefatigably,
rising once again,
till finally
coming to rest,
having,
in spite of itself,
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.
