Return to Home Page Return to Anne Margetson Index BEREAVED I closed all the shutters tight, Locked and bolted the door, Not of my now lonely home But my heart that wanted no light. No one would hurt me again I would not let them in, I’d turn every caller away No one would cause me pain. The death my loved one so dear Left me quite dead deep inside, So the only good thing to do Is to shut people out, let no one near. The smile on my face will be fixed, No love shine from my sad eyes, No embrace will have any meaning, My feelings will never be mixed. For I will not have any love to give For I have locked my heart away, How ever hard people try to get in They’ll not show me how to live. A dog lay injured at the cold road side His brown eyes pleading for help, His ugly old face full of cruel pain, I touched him, my tears hard to hide. I’ll take him home for tonight, I can’t leave here by the road, If not, he’ll be dead by morning And that would not be right.   He lifted a paw to say thank you, And his tail he tried to wag, He struggled to get up to greet me, Oh, what on earth could I do? He seemed to be pleading for care, He wanted to give away some love, Was it be cold hearted me he wanted? For this old dog, could I be there? At that moment the shutters came down, The locks and bolts flew far away As I carefully picked my friend up, Carried him home all dirty and brown. My heart now sings a happy song As I hear Ben bark up at the sun, We go for long walks in the meadows, I know locking my heart was quite wrong. It took an old dog to show me The error of my foolish ways, I learned a lesson strong and true, Always let your broken heart free. M Ann Margetson. Nov 30 1998 ©