I’ve been wandering now for a quite many years,
Mostly I’ve stumbled in dark.
I’ve tripped over beautiful, pretty and plain.
None have deserved a remark.

And just at the moment my body was worn,
I tripped on a damaged, old soul.
Under my breath, I scoffed at the sight
And brushed him back under the knoll.

It wasn’t a minute ’til I turned around
Examining him once again
That I noticed his hands were worn to the bone
And his face showed more lines than most men.

He said with a voice in a kind, gentle way
“Please hammer the last coffin nail.
For I am not worth but the dust where I lay
And I have a sad, lonely tale.

“A lifetime ago, I was sturdy and young
Enough that the crowds would all stare.
I picked a fair maiden and built her a castle
And bought her the fine things to wear.

“She took all my years, my wealth and my tears
And left me with two empty hands.
I’m old and I’m grey, and here’s where I lay
And now I’m a shell of a man.”

But what I could see was what others had passed.
His heart that was made of pure gold…
Granted, it’s hidden with dirt and some grime
And some tarnish that came with the cold.

His heart was in pieces, and some on the ground
Were scattered where he couldn’t find.
I tried to assist and gathered them up
Then asked him if he wouldn’t mind

Walking beside me while I shuffled on
The path that I wandered upon.
He said he would gladly, and got to his feet.
We walked in the warmth of the sun.

The miles that we walked seemed to lighten each day…
The effortless laughter and smiles!
He told me his story, and I told him mine,
Assembling his heart all the while.

I knew I could trust him and opened my chest
To show him my own shattered heart.
He winked and he hugged me and pulled me up close
And pulled out an old, rusty dart.

But then came a day where the path merged to two
And he needed to go to the right.
He let go my hand and waved once again.
Holding back tears was a fight.

I found that my strength was returned as I went
To the left as I needed to go.
But, I’ll tell you a secret if you want to hear,
If you promise to not tell him so.

I took this one piece of my own shattered heart
And put it where his piece was gone
So that he could hold his head high once again
And remember the tune of his song.

But as I looked down at my once shattered mess
Thinking that I was so smart,
I found all my holes were not holes anymore…
He fixed it with parts of his heart.