The politicians squabble and the journalists work hard
I have spent my free time searching the museum of my heart
Here are all the people I still  treasure from the past
I  walk around, here daily  to get my sustenance

I  know we must go forward but will we turn to salt
If we look over our shoulders when the  day is growing cold?
We don’t know where to go  to a nd we don’t  know when to rest
The museum of  the heart, we can   visit  it at last

All  of our defences totter as we see the Daily News
Suicide is tempting but that we must refuse
Ask  for someone’s help, if you feel too much alarm
Then talk to a good friend  and read the greatest psalms

Leonard Cohen suffered, but when questioned on TV
He said suicide’s bad manners and  on this we can agree.