Heart and Soul


I've held hearts in my hand

I've drawn hearts on diary pages

I live to keep them pumping

If reborn, I'd do it through the ages

The light starts flashing

Buzzers vibrate their tune

Trolleys bust the doors

Six I've saved and it's still not even noon

On the bus I sit beside the nutter

He tells me about his life

Is he really crazy

Or does he miss his wife

The shrinks will deal with that part

That is not my bag

My mind is already full

Christ, just wondered, who puts on the tag

What happens when my magic fails

Do they leave this world in black

Funny how the zip never sticks

Pretty good for a sack

Just found out that someone opens

The bag that has been sent down

And despite the size of the bag

They still smile at me not frown

We sit and laugh together

Yet death they see and feel

Not like us above the stairs

But below with recognition nil

Does this make me heartless

Is what I do too easy

Do those below just humour me

Thinking what I do is peasy

I must stop this way of thinking

Without me more would grieve

I am the stayer of execution

I just want everyone to live

I hold the hearts of many

Not just at work but also when at home

Through the copper wires

Friends tell me I'm not alone

I am loved because of who I am

People know what fills my mind

Not one of them would be disgraced

At what's there for them to find

Today I was given truth

By someone who needs to tell

I'll chat some more with her

I think we'll get on well.

© Steve Ellis (IntotheBlue) 2012