Why is it the month of love? |
Why do you commemorate something? Because you don't have it any more You want to hold the memory You want to keep the core. The Bleak Heart of February Thus bereft of love Has become the month of lovers Of Cupid and the dove. You see the trappings everywhere Of something that doesn't exist Heart-balloons fly away or burst Ribbons get into a twist. Phone networks get jammed With copy-pasted stuff Any real substance there? Or is it all just fluff? The smiles are broad, the laughter loud The dancing fast and furious But it's all 'me' and 'I' Very rarely is it 'us'. The Bleak Heart of February Sees only what can be earned Only dollars, not sense Not a lesson learned. It's all about money Buy bouquets! Buy teddy bears! Buy jewels! Buy villas Buy your extra-marital affairs. As long as there are things in shops And money in your wallet You can keep the bleak heart beating Coz it's about what we get. We've forgotten what's at the core The sweetness and loyalty We've forgotten the joy, the trust The innocence and the empathy So we need a day, a month To remind ourselves of these But the bleak heart only beats to money Not to the whisper of the breeze. |