| The Hasty Heart*
Close to my bosom I kept my love and shared it with not a soul. Casual acquaintances I did not make I'd never venture to be so bold! And if you'd ask me the question of what meant most to me, I'd tell you that I valued most my own sweet privacy! I took no delight in idle chat or idle words 'bout this or that and kept my pride 'neath my Highlander's hat. I called no man friend and he did like with me. I lived with only sorrow and his companion, misery. I wouldn't let them know the pain I held inside. I wouldn't take their friendship no matter how they tried. But true friends keep on trying, gently nudging without prying, they read between the lines and don't listen to my lieing. 'Cause for every man they'll come a day that's the end of where he'd start. And he'll want friends surrounding him when the time comes to depart. And if he turns his back on them, running fast as a fleeting dart, then he'll learn the true meaning of "Sorrow is born in a hasty heart ... " |
J. B. D. 2/10/97
* This poem was written in dedication to RICHARD TODDwho played "Lachie" in the 1949 film version of "The Hasty Heart". His fine performance inspired me to write this!